PB-0111 The Hog Wives
by J. S. Bradley


Chapter One

Dean Palmer got out of his dusty pickup truck, crossed the gravel to his 
back porch, opened the door, then stepped inside.  It was at least ten 
degrees cooler in the enclosed porch them the outside, but he stood there 
and stripped off his clothes and shoes, then he went into the kitchen, 
leaving his dusty, chaff-covered garments in a heap by the washing machine.

Phyllis Palmer looked up from the sink where she was rinsing salad 
vegetables.  She stared at the gray patches and smears on her husband's 
hairy body, then she shook her head from side to side.

"One of these days, Dean, you're going to walk in here naked like that and 
find yourself face-to-face with the Avon lady.  Did you finish?"

"We finished Mac's, but we have that corner piece of our own to do tomorrow. 
  That should just about finish it for the year.  And what's the matter with 
my walking in here naked?  Would you rather I'd dump my dirty threshing 
clothes on the bathroom floor?"

Phyllis was staring so hard at Dean's big cock that she almost cut her 
finger with the paring knife.  She was thinking about how long it had been 
since she had played with her favorite toy; this was the fourth day in a row 
that the co-op had threshed from 5AM to 6PM, and Dean had gone to bed right 
after dinner each night and fallen asleep immediately.

"When you come in that back road, you never know whose car may be parked in 
front of the house," she told him, licking her lips as he shifted his 
stance, making his cock slap against his thighs.  "We'd be the scandal of 
the county if you came prancing in here like that and ran into Mary Margaret 
Siebenthaler."  Her voice was reprimanding, but mischief danced in her brown 
eyes.

"Fuck that old gossip!" Dean blurted out, walking across the kitchen on his 
way to the bathroom.  "I'm one citizen she wouldn't dare do any talking 
about."

Phyllis turned from the sink to cross-examine him on his cryptic comment, 
but he had disappeared.  She finished her trimming and rinsing, chopped the 
vegetables into the bowl, then leaned against the counter, thinking about 
how good it would feel to have Dean's prick slide into her cunt and give her 
a good plowing.

Her thighs squeezed together, forcing the lips of her pussy outward with the 
pressure.  She could feel the dampness gather as she imagined the fullness 
of his cock inside her, expanding her hot tunnel and tugging at the cloak of 
her clit with each stroke.

The daydream carried her away, and when she heard the sound of the shower 
cease in the bathroom, she realized that she was panting and that her thighs 
were wet with the oozing juices of her excited cunt.  She took off her apron 
and tossed it onto a chair, then started for the bathroom, unfastening her 
smock-like house-dress as she walked.

Dean's ass was toward her as she approached him.  He was bent over, toweling 
his ankles and feet, his hairy thighs forming parentheses around the 
wrinkled bag of his scrotum and his balls swinging with the movement of his 
drying efforts.

Phyllis quietly knelt behind him on the rug.  Her hand reached up into his 
crotch, and her nails scratched gently at the damp skin of his testicles.  
He straightened up swiftly, emitting a grunt as he moved.  He turned around 
to face her.  Phyllis grabbed the swinging pendulum of his cock and began to 
lick the length of its shaft, giving special attention to the purplish sheen 
of the knobby head.

"Good God, Phyl!" he groaned.  "I have chores to do!"  But his hands slipped 
down to cradle her head, his fingers running through the sleek darkness of 
her black hair and caressing her behind the ears.

She fastened onto the swollen head of his cock with her lips and gave it a 
few fast sucks.  The stiffened shaft pulsed and the glans swelled even 
larger.  She tasted a prematurely released drop of come as she let the meaty 
knob slip from her lips.

"No you don't," she told him.  "I did the milking when you hadn't shown up 
by five, and then I fed all the stock.  All you're going to do is eat dinner 
and go to bed ... after you take care of your inside chore!"

She got up and took him by the hand, leading him into the bedroom.  She bent 
herself over the edge of the big bed, shedding her frock as she moved.  Dean 
saw that she wore nothing under it.

Her lovely ass formed a pair of sleek, rounded buns, golden brown from the 
sun and exciting to behold.  She raised the quivering buns upward, and he 
saw the glossy hair of her twat cursing wetly in her crotch.  The swollen 
lips of her cunt pouted thickly in the midst of the black forest, and jewels 
of moisture twinkled at him, telling him of her heated readiness.

He gave a hoarse cry and grabbed the rigid shaft of his prick as he stepped 
up behind her.  The feel of her steamy flesh made him groan as he slid the 
head of his cock through the lacy curls and wedged it into the sucking mouth 
of her cunt.

"Yes!  Oh, yes!" she cried.  "Fuck it, Daddy!  It's all hot and squiggly 
inside!"

He curled his hands around her hips and pulled her to him as he drove into 
her.  The hot slickness of her cunt gulped at his prick; he could feel the 
velvet wrinkles of her sheath swallowing him as he plunged firmly into her 
depths.

"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned.  The walls of her cunt were literally clasping at 
him, and he knew that she was worked up to a heat that she had seldom 
reached without considerable foreplay.  He realized that he had neglected 
her for several days, and she must have grown extra passionate with the 
waiting.

"I've been ... so hungry for ... your cock!" she panted.  "Oh, Dean ... fuck 
me hard!"

He leaned over her and grabbed her right tit with his right hand.  His left 
hand crept into her crotch and played in the soup of her oozing lubricant.  
He smeared it around, teasing the outer lips of her cunt with his 
fingertips, then toying with the hard bud of her clit until she began to 
moan loudly and buck beneath him.

The length of his strokes and the lateral movement of his ass combined to 
make her wild, and his teasing of her clit was adding to her excitement 
until she gasped and whimpered pitifully.

"Short fucks, Dean!" she pleaded.  "Stay deep, Daddy ... I'm almost ... 
almost ...  OH-H-H-H!"

Her cunt tightened around him, and Dean drove into her all the way, sinking 
the fat head of his cock into the end of her tunnel.  He groaned as his come 
gushed hotly out of him, hitting her ways in spasmodic spurts that seemed to 
drive her even wilder.

He had grabbed her hips again, and now he held her tightly as he spent his 
load inside her.  She jerked and twisted with the violence of her climax.

She retained his cock as long as she could, reaching back of her to hold his 
withering cock as she whimpered out her final.  His balls were bathed in 
their juices; his knees felt as if they would start to tremble at any 
second.

Her hands slipped away from him, and he pulled out of her slowly.  He cupped 
his hands under his cock, then went back to the bathroom to wash off.  When 
he came back, she was still lying there in the same awkward position.

"I needed that!" she said.  Her voice was almost a purr.  Dean sat on the 
edge of the bed and stroked her sleek ass.

"I guess I did, too," he admitted.  "After twelve hours in the field, I 
wasn't exactly overflowing with energy, but ... say, you must be pretty 
tired, too!  Doing all the chores and everything, then getting supper ..."

"Not much work to supper tonight," she confessed.  "I know how Grace feeds 
the threshing crews, and I don't want you to eat two heavy meals the same 
day.  You get baked chicken, salad, potatoes, green beans and Jell-O; then 
off to bed!"

"I see.  And is there time-before this 'light' meal-for a bit of liquid 
relaxation?"

"Sure," she said, getting to her feet slowly.  "You make the drinks while 
I'm cleaning up, and we'll have them in the living room."

She hurried into the bathroom, and Dean went to the kitchen.  He got out a 
bottle of bourbon, splashed it generously over ice cubes in two of their 
largest glasses, then watered it down a little.  He grabbed up a pair of 
large coasters and took them into the living room with the drinks.

He was settled in his favorite chair, sipping appreciatively at the mellow 
drink, when Phyllis pined him.  She saw that he had slipped into a cool 
seersucker robe.

"Now, sly one," she said, curling up in the comer of the sofa where she 
could get a close look at his face, "you cam tell me why you're exempted 
>from Mary Margaret's gossip list."

Dean chuckled devilishly, took another sip of his drink, then stared at his 
wife with a grin, enjoying the jocularity of the situation.  Usually it was 
Phyllis who filled him in on the local news; she was not prone to gossip, 
but she seemed to hear a lot from those who were.  He stared at her lovely 
legs; the short cotton frock that she had reclaimed from the bedroom floor 
was hiked up to her crotch.

"We had a breakdown Monday," he told her. "Thought we'd have to wait for 
someone to drive over to Spencer for parts.  But Hank Van Zant remembered 
that when he was doing some work for Mary Margaret, he saw quite a few spare 
parts in the machine shed.  Whoever bought Old Man Siebenthaler's equipment 
after he died must have missed it when they took the threshing machine.  I 
seemed to be the only one around who'd ever spoken more than a good morning 
to her, so l got elected to go check out the parts she had lying around."

"Hank's driving license is still suspended?" Phyllis asked.

"Yes," Dean said.  "But that's not the only reason he didn't go instead of 
me, even if he does know her better ... or did.  Seems Mary Margaret caught 
him pissing behind the barn; told him a man who was too lazy to go to the 
outhouse was too lazy to work for her.  She paid him off and told him not to 
come back."

"That's funny!" Phyllis said, howling with laughter.

"It's even funnier when you hear what I know about her," Dean promised.  "I 
cut off the ignition and coasted down Siebenthaler Hill and into her lane, 
so I guess my arrival was pretty silent.  When I didn't see or hear that 
Great Dane of hers, I was afraid he might sneak up from someplace before I 
got to the door, so I eased the pickup door shut quietly and tiptoed up to 
the back porch.

"When I looked in through the screen door, I saw why the dog hadn't come out 
to bark at me.  He was fucking Miss Mary Margaret Siebenthaler for all he 
was worth-right on the dining room floor!"

"I don't believe it!" Phyllis cried.  "Not her!"  But it was obvious that 
she did believe.  "And you kept quiet about it until now?  For three days 
you kept it to yourself?"

"I've been too tired to talk, if you remember," he said.  "But anyhow, I 
watched until she'd come --- moaning and crying like a cat losing its cherry 
--- then I sneaked back to the pickup and eased the door open and slammed it 
--- loud!

"I've never heard such a commotion as went on in that house when I walked up 
to the porch again.  I don't know if those two had gotten hung up or what.  
But she finally came to the door, hanging onto the dog's collar while he 
growled at me --- maybe because I'd spoiled his fucking --- and she was as 
white as a sheet.

"I told her what I wanted and she said, 'Take 'em; take 'em.'  I thanked her 
and went to the machine shed.  I got what we needed and started across the 
barnyard.  There she was, standing on the porch and peering in through the 
screen door, trying to find out just how much I might have been able to see. 
  She must have seen the way the sun comes in that bay window and lights up 
the dining room; she was even whiter than before, when she turned to see me 
standing there.  I asked her how much she wanted for the parts.

"'They're yours,' she said.  'I have no need for them.'  She was ready 
straining to see if she could read anything in my face.  I guess she must 
have seen something I couldn't hide.  'You Palmers,' she said.  You're not 
much for talking about people, are you?  I know the reputation I have ... 
it's my one weakness ... gossip ... but I've never talked about you people 
any.  And I'm not malicious in my talking ...'

"'Live and let live,' I told her.  'It's a good way to keep it; you don't 
talk about us, and we don't talk about you.  But I do think, Mary Margaret, 
that you should close your door when you're in need of privacy.'

"'Oh, I will!  I will!' she said.  'I didn't realize ...'  'Besides,' I 
said, 'that dog could bust out through this screen if he was really upset.  
It'd be a shame if someone had to kill him in self-defense; I imagine you 
think a lot of him.  He'd be hard to replace!'

"I could tell by the way she looked at me that she'd gotten the message.  As 
much as that dog means to her, for obvious reasons, she very definitely is 
not going to do or say anything to make me at all unhappy, even if she 
thought she could deny anything I might tell about what I saw."

"She must be terrified!" Phyllis said.  "You know, I think she must not have 
left her house since then.  Now that I think back, she wasn't at the market 
Tuesday; I almost always see her there.  And she didn't drive past here this 
morning on her way to the post office, either ...  I was working in the 
yard, and I would have seen her."

"It'll do her soul good for a change," Dean told her.  "Let her think about 
what gossip can do.  Maybe it'll tone her down a little bit."

Phyllis thought about it all through the meal.  Before they left the table, 
she had made up her mind to call on Mary Margaret in the morning.  She told 
herself that she wanted to assure the poor spinster that her secret was 
safe; the frightened woman might even commit suicide, not knowing whether 
she really dared show her face in town.

But subconsciously, Phyllis knew that her strongest motivation for the visit 
would be another thing entirely.  Ever since she had read about the 
existence of sex-trained dogs, she had been highly intrigued by the idea.

She had even eyed Laddie, their collie, on several occasions when Dean had 
been too busy to take care of her needs.  But she had lacked the nerve to 
try anything, and she had no idea what might happen, since she had little 
knowledge about how the training was accomplished.

With the hold she would have on Mary Margaret, there was a good chance that 
she might be able to wangle a free trial with a dog that was already 
trained!

She grew more and more excited, anticipating what the novel experience might 
be like.  By the time they went to bed, she was so tingly she knew she would 
not be able to sleep.  Her cunt was pulsating with excitement and its ooze 
was dampening her thighs; she could not lie still in bed, and she kept 
twisting and turning.

Dean was not yet asleep; his meal was still not completely digested, and she 
might be able to stir him up if she hurried.  They were uncovered, due to 
the hot, humid air, so she merely got up and reversed her position in bed.

She began kissing his cock as she lowered her crotch over his face.  A 
grateful thrill rippled through her as his prick grew hard and rose up to 
her lips.  She sucked the head into her mouth and began bobbing over his 
groin, feeling the knob slide over her tongue smoothly as she stroked.

Dean lay there, enjoying the rising sensations.  He inhaled the stimulating 
fragrance of her cunt juices; the swollen lips were only am inch above his 
nose.  He knew how badly she wanted to be eaten, but he teased her by 
pretending to be unaware of it.

He knew that his earlier ejaculation would give him greater staying power 
now, so he could afford to wait for a while.  But the exciting woman-smell 
filled his nostrils, and he grew more eager every second.  He licked his 
lips, and the saliva flowed as he anticipated the taste of her musky cunt 
juices.

"Hm-m-m ... what have we here?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.  
"Dessert?"

Phyllis had been whimpering nasally as she mouthed his cock; now she moaned 
and lowered her crotch until the flared lips of her twat squished over 
Dean's mouth.  He gave up all pretense of disinterest as he probed her hole 
with his tongue, then licked around in the wetness of the fleshy petals and 
gathered in her dew.

She moaned more loudly as he licked and nibbled at the inside edges of her 
swollen lips, then flicked the tip of his tongue at the hard little stub of 
her clit.

Dean breathed in her fragrance as he reveled in the exciting flavor of the 
honey he was gathering.  She was burying his cock in her throat at every 
stroke, now.  He had the feeling that they were more completely connected 
than ever before.  It was like the proverbial pair of snakes; each 
swallowing the other's tail until they both disappeared completely.

His cock was vibrantly alive a pulsing extension of his mind and soul as 
well as his body and it was deep inside her head, his balls pressed to her 
moist lips.  He had his tongue once more thrust inside her cunt, probing as 
far as he could reach.

He had a momentary fantasy in which he imagined that he was so far within 
her at both ends that he could touch the tip of his tongue to the head of 
his cock.

Phyllis was moving her ass in circles now.  She was steaming with passion, 
and for every little fuck he gave her with his tongue, she gave him a good 
suck that made him groan into her cunt with a sound of ecstatic pleasure.

She was nearing her climax, and she gloried in the joyful connection that 
melted them together.  She wanted him to eat her cunt until she exploded, 
and she was fiercely greedy for the hot come that she knew he would give her 
soon.

Her ass was moving up and down, now, as well as in lateral and spiral jerks. 
  Dean was growing more excited, too.  He fucked up into her delicious 
mouth, meeting her nods with gentle but demanding thrusts that pressed his 
cock along her tongue and into her throat.

She was giving it powerful little sucks each time it withdrew, leaving only 
the mammoth head behind her lips.  And from the way Dean was groaning into 
her cunt, she knew he was about to unload.

Dean seized her clit in his lips, and he began to give her suck for suck.  
She moaned around the hard flesh that filled her mouth, and she felt her 
heated body swell as though it might explode at any moment.

Then she began to come, and Dean had to grab her by the cheeks of her ass 
and hold her cunt to his mouth as she shook and jerked in the hard spasm of 
her orgasm.

He felt his guts tighten, then his sperm boiled up and shot into her mouth.  
She swallowed as each jet splashed against her throat, and they kept coming 
together until they broke apart as if controlled by the same puppet master.

Groans filled the room, then there was only the sound of heavy breathing as 
they lay there on the sweat-soaked sheet and panted.  Dean felt as if a 
giant hand bad grabbed him around the middle and wrung him like a sponge; he 
bad never felt so drained.

"I've had it, baby!" he said hoarsely.  "If you need more, I'm afraid you'll 
have to get it from Laddie; this threshing seems to take a lot out of me."

>From the kitchen came a soft whine of recognition as the big collie heard 
his name.  But he knew he was not allowed in any other room of the house, so 
he heaved a heavy canine sigh, then grew quiet.

Phyllis knew that Dean had been joking, but she refused to pass up the 
opportunity to sound him out.  She changed her position so that she was not 
lying in such a damp spot on the sheet; she swallowed and took a deep 
breath.

"You're all talk," she said, hoping that she had just the right amount of 
teasing mixed with sincerity in her voice.  "Even if I got so hot I was 
about to lose my mind, you'd be mad if I let Laddie get to me."

"I don't know ..." Dean's voice was speculative as well as sleepy.  "Most 
animals are cleaner than humans ... and he sure as hell can't knock you up!  
Jesus, but I'm tired ..."

Phyllis listened quietly for a while.  Soon she heard Dean's soft snoring 
sounds.  She moved very carefully to right herself in bed, then lay with her 
head off the pillow as she thought about visiting Mary Margaret.

Just before she fell asleep, she wondered if she should take one of Laddie's 
bones from the freezer for the Great Dane ... there was nothing like 
starting off on the right foot ...


Chapter Two

Cole McDonald watched the last of the rich goat milk being broken down by 
the centrifugal force of the cream separator, then he left the machine to 
take the five-gallon can of whole milk into the cooler room.  Soon he had 
the vessels of separated milk and thick cream covered and sitting on the 
shelf in the cooler, above the big can that awaited pickup by the dairy 
co-operative.

It was so pleasantly refreshing in the cooler room that he hated to leave 
it, but when his sweaty clothes began to feel cold next to his skin, he got 
out quickly and went back into the milking barn to finish his chores.

The wind was blowing from the direction of the big pen where he kept his 
stud billy goat, and he frowned at the potency of the odor.  It was again 
time to get busy with the Lysol and garden hose; occasional visitors could 
be unsold on the idea of drinking goat milk or giving it to their children, 
if they caught a whiff of that.  The Wilson County Goat Dairy Co-operative 
sometimes sent people to visit member facilities without warning.

He saw that one of the Nubians had remained in the barn, instead of trotting 
outside to play with the others.  She was sniffing at the ripe billy-goat 
smell in the wind, and he could see that her twat was oozing juice.  Her 
stubby tail waggled excitedly, and she gave out a few low bleats as she 
restlessly clicked her hooves on the concrete floor.

"So you're ready for old Randy, huh?" he said, walking over to her and 
scratching her neck sympathetically.  She turned to look over her shoulder 
at him, her eyes rolling to show the whites as she bleated again.

Cole was not sure, then or later, if it was the contact of her rump as she 
swung nervously against him, bumping into his cock warmly, or whether the 
acrid stud scent had affected him to some degree.

Whatever triggered him off, he impulsively opened the fly of his white 
coveralls, reached into the slit of his shorts, then fished out his suddenly 
rigid prick.  He groaned as he shinned it back and squeezed the pulsing 
shaft.  He maneuvered himself into an attack position behind the trembling 
nanny.

He almost did a split trying to separate his booted feet far enough to get 
his cock lowered to the same level as the goat's dripping cunt.  He swore as 
he straightened up, then hooked a finger into her collar and led her up the 
ramp to the nearest milking station.

He secured her head in the stanchion, noticing that there was still some 
molasses-oats in the manager, then he resumed his position behind her, 
standing on the middle slope of the ramp.  His cock was throbbing excitedly 
now as he leaned in toward the moist warmth of the twitching goat cunt.

His hands caressed her flanks soothingly as he spoke to her in the low, 
reassuring tones he used to calm skittish nannies during the period of their 
first milkings.

"Easy, Raquel!" he said.  The name on her collar tag was Rachel but Cole 
allowed himself his own fantasies as he slowly eased the tip of his cock 
into the heated ooze of her flared cuntlips.  "Just keep sniffing old Randy 
on the breeze, girl ... imagine you're getting his hairy prong in you the 
way you did last year!"

She bleated, moved nervously, then almost put a hoof down on his instep.  He 
moved quickly, and she stepped just next to the rubber boot as he got the 
head of his cock wedged into the quivering hole.

"Easy, baby ... don't fight it, Raquel!" he crooned.  He applied a little 
pressure.  His hands pressed down over her hipbones, and she bleated 
excitedly, her rear end rocking backward and upward as she moved to meet the 
stimulus of his probing prick.

"Oh God, Raquel!" he groaned as his cock slid into the tight wetness of her 
pulsing sheath.  The nanny bleated again, this time in lower tones, and Cole 
shoved into her until his balls were wetly embraced by her juicy lips.

He began to hump into her with long, delicious fucks that gave him the 
benefit of her snugly clasping vagina.  It seemed to undulate and work 
around his cock as if digesting him, swallowing him into the hot recesses of 
her womb.

"Good baby!" he crooned to her.  "Nice, Raquel!  God, what a sweet-fucking 
cunt!"  He stroked into her steadily, and she continued to bleat softly, 
obviously obtaining pleasure from the way he frictioned her itching twat.

Something in her depths vibrated softly against the head of his cock, and he 
groaned loudly at the ecstatic sensations that hit him in the groin and 
rippled out to thrill his nervous system.  He fucked into her with quickened 
strokes, much shorter in length than he had used before.  Rachel was 
reaching a peak of excitement, too.  Her flanks quivered as the little 
nibbler inside her cunt worked at the tip of his cock whenever he was fully 
inserted.  The juices were bubbling at the hot mouth of her cunt, and each 
stroke pumped the oily liquid out to flood his balls.

The nanny gave a louder bleat, and her cunt clasped him more tightly than 
ever.  He drove into her all the way, feeling the wild nibbling of her 
snapper as he shot his hot load into her steamy cunt in voluptuous spasms.

She pulled away from him by hunching her ass forward in am upward move that 
milked his cock as it plopped out of her clenched cuntlips.  He groaned and 
almost fell as he stepped off the ramp and stood weakly beside the milking 
station.

"Mac!  You horny son of a bitch!"  The sound of his wife's voice behind him 
shocked him so much that he almost shit in his pants.  He turned to meet her 
gaze, his face and neck red with embarrassment.  But the look on her face 
was not the horrified outrage be would have expected.

"G-Grace!" he croaked.  "When did you get back?"  She was wetting her lips 
as she looked at his smeary cock, and there was a wild fascination in her 
burning green eyes.  He was still too startled to tuck his limber prick back 
into his pants.

"Soon enough, thank God!" she said in a tone that sounded like a prayer.  
"Now you're going to help me with something I've always wanted to try.  I've 
been afraid to play with Randy all by myself, but now you can damn well help 
me get screwed by that horny old buck!"

If Grace had suggested such a thing --- even in jest --- at any other time, 
Cole would have been shocked speechless.  But when he realized that he was 
off the hook as far as any recriminations for his nanny-fucking, he was so 
relieved that he could only concede.

"All right," he said, staring at her as if he were seeing her for the first 
time.  As he watched, she slowly began to undo the fastenings of her 
wrap-around frock.  His eyes focused on her every movement as she removed 
the garment and draped it over a stanchion.

"You've got one more nanny to milk, Cole," she told him as she removed her 
bra and tossed it over the hanging frock.  She took her panties off while 
her husband stared greedily at the full udders of her magnificent tits.  
They jiggled enticingly with her body motions, the nipples twanging 
springily at the extreme tips.

Grace walked up the short ramp of the station next to the one occupied by 
the freshly fucked goat.  She went down on her hands and knees, and her tits 
dangled ripely below her.

"Milk me, Cole!" she cried.  He threw open the catch of the goat's stanchion 
as he passed, and the Nubian nanny bleated as she jumped off the platform 
and headed for the rear door of the barn.  Cole saw that Grace had been 
forced to stick her head through the stanchion of her own station in order 
to adjust herself to the short platform.  He closed the arms of the deuce to 
hold her there, chuckling as he knelt beside the concrete mesa.

He leaned in under her and seized a nipple with his lips; the spongy 
sweetness of the swelling flesh had a slight saltiness from the tang of her 
perspiration, and he began to suck on it with tight, firm, little sucks, 
alternating with nibbles with his lip-covered teeth.

Grace whimpered happily, and he increased the greed of his nursing until she 
began to moan.  He got up and went to the other side of the station, then he 
attacked the neglected tit with even more enthusiasm than he had shown its 
mate.  "Oh, suck it, Daddy!" she moaned.  Her ass was weaving around in the 
air as her excitement grew, and Cole sucked more avidly than ever, stripping 
the nipple with his lips and kneading the ripe udder with mouthings that 
soon worked a thin trickle of watery love milk out of her tit.

"Oh-h-h!" she moaned.  "Give the other one a few more sucks!"  Cole switched 
sides hurriedly, then he went after the juice in the reluctant tit with a 
fierce determination.  When he had squeezed out the milk, she cried out 
joyfully and tilted her ass up to push her heated cunt outward and rearward 
in a seeking wantonness like that of the goat before her.

"Oh God, Cole!" she panted, screwing her ass around in the air in wild 
spirals.  "Eat it or fuck it!  I'm so hot I'm about to come apart!"

He knelt on the ramp, nuzzled into the dripping hairs of her auburn-thatched 
crotch, inhaling the heady scent of her excited cunt.  His tongue licked up 
into the swollen lips and tasted her juice, teasing the heated flesh until 
Grace whimpered her desperate need for more.

"Oh, get it, lover!" she cried.  "Gobble it up good, or fuck hell out of 
it!" Her belly was heaving with passion and her tits wobbled steadily, the 
nipples frictioning on the concrete of the platform like berries banging 
>from a bush.

It was an awkward position for Cole to eat her properly, and he was aware 
that he was now fully capable of fucking her.  The smell and flavor of her 
passion-inflamed cunt had stirred him enough to stiffen his prick once more. 
  So he gave her flit a series of quick little sucks that caused her to cry 
out happily, then he mounted her from the rear.

His cock had dried stickily in the air, but as his lust swelled the fat head 
and forced it out of its foreskin, the wetness of his come and the goat's 
cunt juice gave it a temporary feeling of coolness.  Then he forced it into 
the hairy cleft of Grace's snatch and plowed into her warm furrow until he 
felt her pussy smooching the bag of his balls.

He slid in and out of her sheath slickly, his body bent over hers as his 
hands reached around to grab the handles of her tits.  She began to grunt 
and grind her ass up against him as he plunged forcefully into her soupy 
tunnel.  The hairy mouth of her cunt was massaging his nuts where the sac of 
his scrotum met the base of his driving cock, and her liquid excess was 
smeared all over their thighs and bellies.

The sweat dripped off his chest and brow to fall on her bowed back and run 
down her ribs in trickling rivulets.  She was grunting and whimpering like a 
fucked sow as he bottomed in her cunt time and time again, feeling its 
rhythmic claspings as he withdrew.

"Squirt, Cole, squirt!" she cried suddenly, her body tightening all over as 
it tensed for the rigorous tremblings of her climax.

"Gracie!  Oh, baby!" he groaned, feeding his balls tense for the explosion.  
He jammed his prick into her as far as he could get it, then ground his body 
against her ass in desperate spirals to drill her to the utmost.

He gushed hotly, feeling the come wash around the tip of his cock as it 
filled her tunnel.  She jerked and whined as the liquid jets struck her 
quivering flesh, then she shrieked as her orgasm hit her with its full 
impact.

Cole curved over her body, her tits still cupped in his hands, relishing the 
gurglings and the claspings as her convulsions worked at his softening 
prick.  When all seemed to be still inside her tunnel, he pulled out of her, 
achieved a standing position, then staggered backward as he let his dripping 
dong hang over the gutter that ram behind the milking stations.

He weaved about, as if drunk, then firmly planted his feet astride the 
gutter and concentrated.  A stream of piss began to dribble slowly from his 
prick.  It gained in strength, until he was shooting out a strong stream 
that stirred up the straw and dirt in the gutter.

He shook off the last drops, tucked his tender cock inside his shorts and 
coveralls, then turned to look at his wife.  Grace had slumped over to lie 
on her side, her head still trapped by the stanchion that imprisoned her 
neck.

Cole freed her, then helped her to her feet.  She leaned against him for a 
moment, tilting her head up to look into his face.  She was trembling 
slightly.

"That was good, honey," she told him.  "Better than good; it was great!  But 
I haven't changed my mind about Randy; I could smell his funky odor all the 
time you were fucking me, and I wanted to try out his hairy goat's prick all 
the more.  Am I going sex-happy, Cole?"

"I doubt it," he said, hugging her as he chuckled quietly to himself.  "I 
had a hankering to plow into Rachel ... it was just as sudden am impulse as 
it was an overpowering one.  I didn't question it; I just whipped out my 
cock and went at it."

"You really don't mind helping me with Randy, then?" Grace had to know.  She 
was enjoying a feeling of wickedness, but she wanted Cole to share the guilt 
with her.

"It might be kicks," he said thoughtfully.  "Of course, we'd have to figure 
out some engineering.  It'll take some preparations; a billy like Randy is a 
hell of a lot more rambunctious to deal with than a nanny like Rachel."

"You'd better believe it!" said a deep male voice from the front doorway of 
the milking barn.  Grace leaned aside to peer past Cole's shoulder just as 
he turned to stare at the intruder.

"Where the hell did you come from, George?" Cole asked.  His voice was tight 
with embarrassed shock.

"What's ready important," George said, "is that I'm here at the beginning of 
your ambitious experiment.  I may be uninvited, but can you think of a 
better consultant than a doctor of veterinary medicine ... as long as I'm 
already in on the secret?"

"Jesus!" Cole said.  He let his arms fall from Grace's shoulders as he 
turned and sat down on the nearest milking platform.  "I need a drink ... a 
big one."

"Invite me into the house and I'll pour," George offered.  "You look as 
though your hand might not be too steady."

"You may be right," Grace agreed.  She had too much poise to make an 
undignified rush for her clothing.  With a body like hers, she had no need 
to feel shame, as George's hot glances assured her.  "This is the second 
time Cole's been surprised by someone in the last half-hour.  I came in 
while he was screwing one of the goats."

"Wow!" George said.  "That could make a guy a bit shaky.  Come on, then; 
let's have a drink while we talk this out."  He started to turn away, then 
he looked back at Cole.  "Need a hand getting in to the house?" he asked.

"Thanks, I'll make it," Cole assured him.  He got up and gave Grace a 
perplexed look and shrugged his shoulders helplessly.  She made an attempt 
at a wry smile, then began to put on her clothes.

When they sat around the kitchen table, icy drinks in front of them, George 
had to laugh at the foolish, lost expressions on the faces of his host and 
hostess.

"Let me ease your minds a bit," he said, eager to break up the tension and 
take advantage of the situation that he had fallen into.  "I guess we've 
known each other for ... how long, anyhow?  Four years?"

Cole and Grace thought about it.  George and Dorothy Lambert had been 
introduced to them at a Grange party right after the young vet took over his 
uncle's practice in Gatesville.  Yes, it had been almost exactly four years. 
  They both nodded agreement.

"Well, during that time, I've almost approached you on numerous occasions 
about a little extramarital swinging; Dot and I have had a hell of a lot of 
fun swapping, and you two struck me as being among the more adventurous 
souls in the community, but ..."

The vet stopped to sip at his drink, eyeing the McDonalds over the rim of 
his glass.

"But what?" Grace leaned forward, curious to know what had prevented the 
approach.

"Well, you know what the town is like ... what any small town in this part 
of the country is like.  A wrong guess about something like that and I could 
lose most of my business overnight.  After four years here I'm still not 
considered a permanent citizen.  I just wasn't certain enough about you two 
to take the chance."

"And now you are, huh?" Cole said with a sheepish grin, seeing the irony of 
the position in which he and Grace found themselves.

"Well, I figure that a couple broadminded enough and sexually advanced to 
the point of screwing on a milking platform and planning a session with a 
billy goat ... well, they wouldn't be likely to have me run out of town for 
suggesting a swap."

The McDonalds looked at each other appraisingly and read mutual interest in 
their facial expressions.  After the goat involvement --- Cole's act with 
Rachel and Grace's stated intent with Randy they could hardly balk at trying 
a swap with desirable members of their own species.

"I guess we're interested, all right," Cole admitted.  "How do we arrange 
the thing?"

"Just as simply as you'd plan any kind of party," George said.  "But for 
now, what about this thing with your stud goat?  If you're serious, I can 
give you a few pointers.  In fact, I'm sure Dot would like to get in on it, 
if she knew about it."

"It looks as if our social life might be picking up a bit," Grace commented 
with a grin.  "It's a relief to learn that we're not completely abnormal ... 
  I mean ... there are others who think it could be fun to screw a goat, for 
instance."

"Hell yes!" George told her.  "You don't know how lucky you are, to be on a 
farm where you can have access to animals without arousing curiosity There 
are thousands of people who'd like to try it, but how do you smuggle a goat 
or a sheep into a city apartment?"

"I know what you mean," Cole said.  "In most places, they won't even allow a 
dog or cat.  That's what decided Grace and me; city life looked too 
constraining.  We started planning for the farm while we were still in 
college."

George had taken a notepad and pen from his pocket and was starting to 
sketch something.  Cole and Grace leaned across the table to see what it 
was.  They saw a rough cartoon of a billy goat restrained by some kind of 
harness or grille-work.  Beneath him was a box or table covered with padding 
or something.  As they watched, George began to draw the figure of a woman; 
she was depicted as leaning over the padded surface, her ass upturned just 
below the goat's cock

"Now, here's what we have to do," George explained.  His pen flew, making 
swift lines here and there on the page.

Grace thought about the hairy prick of their stud wedging into her cunt and 
stuffing her full of his hot goat come.  She grew warm and excited, and a 
flush spread over her face.

She was even glad that Dorothy Lambert would share the excitement with her.  
Not since college had she found a girl friend with her own taste for 
adventure and comradely chitchat; maybe Dorothy would become the sort of fun 
pal that could make life in rural Wilson County a little less monotonous.

And Grace was not forgetting the fact that George would be a participant, 
too.  He looked as if he knew how to please a woman ...

Cole watched the drawing develop under George's pen, and he had his own 
thoughts about Dorothy Lambert.  The lovely blonde had intrigued him from 
the first time they met; now he could count on sampling the ripe wonders of 
her very promising body.

He saw Dorothy in the cartoon of the bent-over woman, and instead of the 
goat poised above her, he imagined the tense form of his body-cock rigid and 
ready to enter her.  He wet his lips and felt his prick throb within the 
confines of his coveralls.

Chapter Three

"How on earth did you manage to train him?" Phyllis Palmer asked her 
hostess.  They were seated in Mary Margaret Siebenthaler's living room, 
sipping sherry.  The dog in question lay on a hooked rug at Mary Margaret's 
feet, and from where Phyllis sat, she could see the bulk of the Great Dane's 
sheathed cock and the size of his canine balls.

"It was an accident," Mary Margaret replied.  She was smiling to herself at 
the memory, now that she could look at Phyllis as an eager initiate in the 
joys of dog-fucking.  The younger woman had frankly stated the purpose of 
her visit upon arrival, and the two quickly developed a warm, emphatic 
friendship based on the conspiracy of their common interest.

"Victor was only a year old when it happened."  The dog lifted his head 
slightly at the mention of his name, then he lay-down on the rug again.  "I 
was getting ready to take a bath.  As I started to put the cap back on my 
bottle of bath salts, it slipped out of my fingers and rolled out of the 
bathroom into the bedroom.  I went after it and had to get on my hands and 
knees to reach under the bed for it."

Mary Margaret hesitated, as if undecided about the depth of detail she 
should reveal.  Then she shrugged her shoulders and let an indulgent smile 
play on her lips.

"I should confess that I'd been fingering myself just before I got ready to 
bathe, and I guess I was awfully wet and warm.  Because Victor came up 
behind me while my head and shoulders were under the bed, and he stuck his 
nose in my crotch.

"Well, I hit my head when that cold nose startled me!  Then I started to 
back out of there.  But Victor had begun to whine and lick at my pussy, and 
my joints just started to turn to water ...  I wanted him to go on and on 
with what he was doing!

"Phyllis, I'd never had anyone ... any live creature at all ... to caress me 
like that.  All my sex has had to be solo; sure, I had my fantasies --- what 
woman doesn't dream about perfection?  But this was so exquisite that I 
could have died with joy.

"I slowly backed out from under the bed, being careful not to discourage 
him.  But I wanted to be less confined so l could enjoy every moment to the 
fullest!  Well, he let me back him off far enough to get my head clear 
without his losing interest, so I just stayed in the same position.

"That tongue of his was really getting around in my twat, and I came a 
couple of times --- mildly but enjoyable --- before he had to stop, perhaps 
to rest his tongue; I don't know.

"I turned around to look back at him, and he was licking the end of his 
cock.  It stuck out of its sheath, red and swollen, and I realized for the 
first time that he had not been just showing his mistress affection; he was 
sexually mature, and my wet cunt had made him excited!

"It came to me in a flash, as I watched him trying to soothe the itch and 
excitement of his sex urge it was so new to him that I'm sure he didn't yet 
quite know how to relieve himself that he could not find a mate of his own 
kind very easily.  "You see, as luck would have it, there are only male dogs 
on all the nearby farms; Victor would have to cover several miles on foot to 
reach the nearest bitch ... that German Shepherd at the Kline farm.  And it 
seemed to me that I had the opportunity to satisfy both Victor and myself.

"I've had no one else since my father died; to talk to or to get meals for 
or anything.  Victor has been wonderful company.  And when I saw that we 
could be even more to each other, I jumped at the chance.

"I reached back and slipped my fingers under his nose as he was licking 
himself.  I started to work his sheath back and forth over his cock, and he 
whined as I did, but he stopped his licking and stood there panting.  The 
red part of his cock stuck out more and more, and then his ass began to 
move; he was humping into my hand and drooling his excitement.

"I stopped suddenly and resumed my head down position; reaching behind me, I 
patted my back and told him to 'come' while I wiggled my upturned ass at the 
same time.  He must have found the rest of his instinct, or else he's 
exceptionally smart, because he mounted me right away.

"It took him a few tries to get it in me, and I want to tell you, Phyllis, 
that cock of his can hurt if he jabs you in the wrong places!  But I was so 
excited that nothing could have discouraged me at that moment.

"When he got it in me, I was surprised at how big it was; I'd taken it for 
granted that a dog would have a smaller cock than a man.  Well, it was a 
good thing I'd stretched myself over the years with various things I used to 
masturbate; his cock really filled me up, and that fuzzy sheath was bunched 
up in the mouth of my pussy, tickling and teasing it as he started to fuck 
me."

"Oh, Jesus!" Phyllis cried, pressing her hand into her crotch as she 
squeezed her thighs together.  "I'm creaming my panties just thinking about 
it!"

"I'm sorry, dear," Mary Margaret said.  "I hadn't intended to tease you with 
the story.  Come on; let's see if Victor won't take care of that cream for 
you."  She motioned Phyllis to get out of her chair.  "Take off your clothes 
and get on your hands and knees.  "

Phyllis needed no second invitation.  She was stopped in seconds, and as she 
got down on the rug at Mary Margaret's direction, her moist pussy near the 
dog's nose, the Great Dame whined, lifted his head, then quickly got up and 
put his nose into the wet hairs of Phyllis' crotch.

He sniffed loudly, whined again, then licked up into the slit of her cunt.  
Phyllis whimpered happily and tilted her ass more to offer him better access 
to her snatch.  His tongue lapped up the juice, its tip curling around the 
stiff bud of her clit and making her cry out with joy.

His snuffling, whining sounds continued as he ate her cunt with obvious 
excitement.  Looking back through her legs, Phyllis could see the dog's 
underbelly in a three-quarter new.  The red, conical tip of his prick curved 
out of its sheath, and she thought she saw a drop of his pearly semen 
glistening there.

Suddenly she wanted that dog prick inside her more than anything; even more 
than she wanted him to go on licking her clit and her swollen cuntlips.

"Oh, get him on me ... please!" she begged, wiggling her ass in lustful 
impatience.

Mary Margaret reached down and patted Phyllis on the back and spoke to the 
dog.

"Come, Victor!"

Victor mounted her.  Phyllis felt Mary Margaret's fingers at her cunt; the 
woman guided the dog's cock into the right spot with one hand as she held 
the inner lips of the cunt parted with the fingers of her other hand.  
Phyllis felt the red meat slide inside, to fill her cunt completely.

"Oh, that feels good!" she cried.  "Fuck me, Victor!  Ooh-h-h!  That fuzzy 
tickling!"

"Now, don't panic, dear," Mary Margaret told her.  "But it's likely that he 
may get his knot expanded just inside your vagina.  It'll hurt a little at 
first, but don't fight it.  If you make him panic, he could try to get away 
and hurt both of you.  You have to wait until he's come for the third time 
before the swelling goes down; then you can get away."

"That must be ... how they get ... hung up ... dogs, I mean."  Phyllis was 
gasping and moaning now as she felt the sliding cock begin to enlarge at its 
base.  The flesh expanded and filled her vestibule; she thought her cunt was 
going to be tom apart.  Then it swelled no more and she decided that she 
could take the discomfort as long as his cock continued to wiggle hotly 
inside her tunnel.

The short hair on the animal was frictioning her cuntlips in a steady 
vibration, and she was ready to lose her mind with bliss.  Then she felt a 
hot spurt as the dog spouted his sperm.  It was so much warmer than her own 
body temperature that she thought for a moment it was scalding her innards.

But then she began to come.  She moaned and went rigid as the ecstatic 
spasms shook her.  The dog humped into her even harder, the tip of his prick 
probing her walls fiercely as he continued to Luck her, his front legs 
pulling her to him powerfully by her hips.  He shot into her another time, 
his heated semen like wet rockets bursting in her depths.  She whimpered, 
her body trembling in the final convulsions of her climax; his second load 
was a stimulus almost too great for her.

He kept fucking into her with desperate humps, and Phyllis felt as though 
she might pass out at any moment, so lightheaded had she become from the 
effects of her orgasm and the continued fucking.

Then Victor released his last barrage.  He grunted and whined as the fluid 
spurted into her, and Phyllis felt another climax grabbing at her cunt.  She 
began to stiffen and jerk all over, and her breath came out in sobs of 
ecstasy.

Darkness closed in on her, and when she revived from her blissful state, she 
was lying on her side on the rug.  Mary Margaret was kneeling beside her, 
and Victor sat across the room, licking his well-used prick.

"My God, what a wild fuck!" Phyllis gasped.  "I don't know how often I'd be 
able to take it, though.  How often do you let him in you?"

"Whenever I need it," Mary Margaret replied; she did not feel constrained to 
tell everything.

"Well, it was quite an experience!" Phyllis confessed.  "I'm grateful.  If I 
can do anything for you ..."

"As a matter of fact, you might," said her hostess.  "Men seem to know more 
about dogs than women, and I'd like your husband's advice about something 
... an operation I read about, for dogs.  Could you have him drop over when 
he has time to read the information in my book and tell me what he thinks?"

"Of course, Mary Margaret," Phyllis agreed.  "I don't know that Dean's any 
authority on dogs, but I do know he's had several in his life before we got 
Laddie.  And he'd be glad to do anything he could to help you, I'm sure."

*     *     *


Dean put off his duty call at the Siebenthaler farm for two days, scheduling 
it so he could stop on his way back from a trip to Spencer, saving himself 
the trouble of cleaning up for two separate occasions.

It was almost 4PM  when he parked his pickup in back of the house and went 
up to the porch.  Mary Margaret met him at the door, then Invited Dean 
inside.

He was startled to see that his hostess was wearing makeup for the first 
time to his knowledge.  True, it was only a light application of lipstick 
and an expert accenting of her eyes, but it made her look fifteen years 
younger.  It came to him with a shock, as he thought back, that she could 
really not be more than eight or ten years older than Phyllis.  Her severely 
plain dress and lack of makeup had made him think of her as being much 
older.

She served him sherry and took her own glass to her favorite chair.  Victor 
barked, then stretched out at her feet, and she looked over at Dean with a 
cautious expression on her face.

"That book on the end table," she said.  "It's the reason I needed your 
advice.  If you'll open it to where I have the bookmark and read the page on 
the right ..."

Dean picked up the book, glancing at the cover as he prepared to open it.  
It was a treatise on the training of sex dogs.  He wondered where Mary 
Margaret had latched onto it; certainly not in Gatesville.

He read the page twice before he was satisfied that he knew all the text had 
to say on the subject.  It described the surgical operation that separated 
the animal's prepuce or foreskin from the body, which would let it hang free 
to serve as am effective "tickler" for the human female during Intercourse.

He looked up to see his hostess studying him intently over the rim of her 
glass.  She was blushing slightly, but her expression was quite calm and 
serious.

"I wouldn't want to do anything that would hurt Victor," she told him.  "But 
if the operation's harmless, and if it does what it's supposed to do, 
according to the book, I'd like to have it done."  She seemed to be asking 
his opinion on the decision; wanting him to confirm or dispute the book.

"As far as its hurting the dog," he said, "I shouldn't think it would be as 
uncomfortable as tail docking; there's no bone involved.  All they do, 
apparently, is separate the upper edge of the sheath from the skin of his 
belly and let it all hang down, so to speak.  A few stitches will make the 
cut heal up in no time.  But as far as the effectiveness of the operation 
... well, I have no idea about that.  It sounds feasible enough."

"That's not my only problem," Mary Margaret said.  "Where could I take him 
to have it done?  I surely can't go to a local vet; the scandal would be out 
in no time at all."

Dean had to grin in spite of himself.  If she weren't such a gossip, she 
wouldn't expect it from everyone else.  He decided that the least he could 
get from the inconvenience of this visit would be a hell of a show.  He 
figured that she owed him that, and he was just impish enough to demand it.

"I think perhaps I can take him to someone reliable," he told her.  "But if 
you really want my considered opinion, I'd have to see the dog in action at 
close range so I can tell just how much difference the operation might 
make."  He smiled at her deceptively.  "It was a little dim and distant 
watching through the screen door."

Her blush, which had been faint but constant until then, darkened slightly 
as she realized that he was asking for a demonstration.  She bit her lip, 
tried to stare him down in case he was putting her on, then gave it up as 
his innocent expression remained undisturbed.

She stood up and calmly began to undress, facing him directly, as if 
determined not to show him that she was embarrassed.  Dean was fascinated as 
the frock fell to the floor around her feet.  He barely restrained a gasp of 
amazement as he saw her hourglass-shaped body in bra and panties.

To Dean, as to most of the community, she was simply one of those 
unexplainable spinsters who dressed in conservative style and color and 
remained apart from the rest of the town-folk.  No romantic tale of a lost 
love or anything; just an apparent loner.

When her shapeless frock dropped away, he wet his lips and groaned softly at 
the wasted loveliness that had been hidden by the sack-like garment.  And he 
saw that, whatever front she chose to present to the outside world, Mary 
Margaret kept herself very feminine and desirable beneath the somber 
disguise.

The dainty design of her expensive lingerie was more than compensated for in 
its brilliant red color.  The gossamer bra was cradling her superbly full, 
firm tits that jiggled excitingly as she stepped out of the frock.  Her 
brief panties were padded by the lush growth of her pubic bush, and the 
tight crack of her gash was outlined down its center.

Her figure was breathtakingly perfect, and Dean, sat there with his mouth 
open and his cock swelling stiffly in his slacks.  There was no way he could 
have remained silent, thinking about all that beauty being reserved for a 
dog who could not appreciate it.

"My God, Mary Margaret!" he managed to say after he closed his mouth and 
swallowed a time or two.  "You have all that loveliness hidden away, and 
you're only going to offer me sherry?"  He wet his lips and swallowed again, 
still partly in shock.

"I ... I don't know," she said in a quiet voice.  Her eyes flicked down to 
focus on the bulge in his crotch.  Then they swerved to regard the dog; 
Victor was still lying quietly on the rug, seemingly asleep.  "Do you want 
me very much?"  It was not coyness; she wanted to reassure herself that she 
was desired for herself before she would answer.

"More than anything else in the world at this moment," he told her 
truthfully.  As if he had stumbled onto a magic phrase, he saw her hand 
reach out to him.  He got to his feet, and she led him into her bedroom, 
closing the door to keep Victor outside.

Their bodies melted together as their mouths met in a hot, smeary kiss.  
While their tongues jousted, and they sucked at each other's lips and 
tongues frantically, Dean unfastened her bra and felt the slight impact of 
her tits springing free against his chest.

He eased her onto the bed, and she lay back, letting him do as he wished 
with her.  He fastened his mouth on one of the gorgeous tits.  He began to 
attack it with little sucks and nibblings.  She whimpered happily, and he 
continued his feast while his hands worked at the waistband of her panties.

When he switched to the other tit, she finished removing her panties and 
threw them aside.  Dean caught the faint odor of her cunt in the material as 
it breezed past his face, and he groaned as he deserted her tits and headed 
for her crotch.

The lovely dark bush was split wide by the outward pressure of her swelling 
cuntlips.  Several drops of her dew glistened at the fuzzy edges of her 
slit, and Dean could smell the sweet musk of her heat as he bent down and 
pressed his lips to the moist mouth.

Mary Margaret moaned as he made contact, then she spread her thighs to give 
him more room.  He licked greedily all around the fleshy bowl of her vulva, 
stabbed the puckered hole of her cunt a few times, then went after her clit.

She moaned steadily when he took the bud in his lips and gave it several 
hard little sucks to heat it up quickly.  Then he twitted the tiny fleshling 
with his tongue, and she began to whimper again.

Her ass was moving slowly on the bed in rotary motions, with a slight 
suggestive upward thrust at the end of each revolution.  Dean knew she was 
heating up rapidly, and he seized the bud in his lips once more.

After only five or six powerful sucks, she gave a hoarse little sob and 
fucked into his mouth with a sudden drive that almost made him bite his lip. 
  Her body tensed, then quivered uncontrollably.  He probed into her hole 
again and tongue-fucked her while she came in hard, jerking convulsions.

He got up and undressed quickly as she trembled through her final.  His 
cock was throbbing eagerly as he crawled back onto the bed.  She had brought 
her legs together in reflex, and her hand was pressed over her bush as if 
she sought to still the turmoil inside her, or perhaps to seal off the 
escape of so much pleasure.

Dean watched her knees while they slowly relaxed.  Then he got a grip on her 
calves and moved them apart; he was staring right into her bush.  He 
separated her thighs, and her gash opened under, staring back at him 
reddishly, its deep sex flush making it more appetizing than ever.

As he watched the inner lips pouting around her hole, he saw it wink at him 
in a spasm.  With a loud groan, he crawled into the vee of her thighs and 
grabbed his cock in his hand.  He shoved it into the wet bush, moved it 
around in the slippery lips, then got it centered in the soft wet flesh of 
her velvet cunt.

He eased it into her slowly, feeling the moist furrow close around his prick 
as he entered her.  Her ass was again moving; this time the upward thrust 
was more pronounced.  She was hot to receive him and eager for action.

"Ooo-h-h!" she breathed ecstatically.  "All the way, Dean!  Get into me ad 
the way!"

He drove home, pressing his balls into the wet fuzziness of her cunt, and 
she moaned her pleasure.  Dean leaned down and kissed her lips, the movement 
carrying her ass off the bed as his cock lifted her with its impalement, 
supported by the leverage of his pubic bone and hips.

Her tongue darted out to him, and he gave it a fast suck, then thrust his 
tongue into her lips.  She sucked it into her mouth as he started to lunge 
into her with long, delicious fucks that rippled softness of her cunt flesh 
and made it cling to him wetly.

They had to abandon the kiss, to concentrate on the rest of the action, and 
Dean gradually changed his strokes, rotating and spiraling and dipping, 
feeling out every delightful fold and nook of her clasping cunt.

"Oh, Dean!" she cried.  "It's beautiful ... if only it could last!  But I 
think ... oh, yes!  Oh God, yes ... YES-S-S S!"

He felt her cunt tighten up on him and her body begin to tense.  He knew it 
was time to join her.  Releasing an his control, he concentrated on the 
voluptuous sweetness of her hot, wet pussy, and as he drove into her for the 
final thrust, he felt his groin tense and jerk.  His sperm shot into her 
depths, and she uttered whimpering little cries as the hot fluid flooded her 
tunnel.

They clung together fiercely until her spasms were almost over.  Dean flexed 
his sphincter a few times to drain his cock, and the resulting swelling of 
his glans gave her a parting thrill before he pulled out of her pussy.

He had been too busy before, but now he could hear Victor whining and 
scratching at the bedroom door.  He was glad it was closed.  Now he was not 
so sure he wanted to drive the dog to Doc Lambert's office, unless he 
chained him in the bed of the pickup.  Victor would have to be pretty dense 
not to know that Dean had usurped some of his fucking!

As if she had read his mind, Mary Margaret reached over and patted him on 
the thigh and smiled before she raised her head and called out to the dog to 
silence him.  When Victor had ceased his whining, she lay back and smiled at 
Dean again.

"I hope you won't mind taking Victor with you now," she told him.  "This 
would be a good time to take care of it, since it will put him out of action 
for a while.  I feel as if what you've done for me will last a long time!"

Chapter Four

"Is it all right if we bring another couple with us next Friday night?" 
George Lambert asked as he put down his hammer.  He and Cole were in the 
machine shed on the McDonald farm, putting the finishing touches on what 
George had tagged "the billy-girl machine.

"Why ... I guess so," Cole replied.  "You mean a local couple?"  He wondered 
if it were possible that he had been underrating the community as a bunch of 
squares.

"Harlan and Barbara Gates," George said.  "We've been swapping with them for 
a while, and I know they'd join the party if we asked them."

Cole almost tripped over his feet as he crossed to the workbench to pick up 
his half-finished can of beer.  Harlan Gates was the junior partner of the 
county's top law firm and a descendant of the founders of Gatesville!

"You make a career out of surprising people," Cole complained.  "And it 
seems to be 'Shock McDonald' week.  Wow!  Unless Gatesville is more 
broadminded thaw I think, Harlan is rising his chance to be our next senator 
for a little spice in his sex life."

"I think he believes that he wouldn't enjoy his intended political career, 
if he couldn't enjoy his personal life the way he likes it.  If he does get 
elected, you can bet he'll push liberalization of our sex freedoms."

"Just how free is he in his thinking?" Cole asked.

"Pretty much the same as I am.  Which reminds me, Mac, that you promised to 
let me take a try at a nanny after we finished our project.  How about it?"

"Let's go," Cole said.  "Bring your beer with you; it might take me a while 
to round her up."

George followed him to the milking barn and waited while Cole went into the 
inner pasture to search for Rachel or any goat that might appear to be in 
heat.  It took almost fifteen minutes to locate Rachel; he found her in a 
group at the fence, sniffing at Randy's pen.

He led her into the barn and up onto the first milking platform.  When her 
head was in the stanchion, George walked up behind her and studied the 
oozing squishiness of her cunt.  Cole saw that the sight had stimulated the 
vet; his cock was bulging his slacks at the crotch.

"Okay, Doc," Cole told him.  "This is Rachel.  You're on your own.  I'll 
just stand back and take lessons from a professional who knows animals 
inside and out."

George spent a few minutes talking to the goat, patting and stroking her 
Ranks, then he listened to the sound of her soft bleating in an attempt to 
learn her individual temperament.  When he felt that she was not uneasy 
around him, he began to finger her dripping twat, smearing her ooze around 
gently, and cautiously probing into her cunt with his fingers.

His other hand was busy unhinging his cock, and Cole saw from the sidelines 
that George was far from ill-equipped for the job.  He had a rigid erection 
of enviable proportions, perhaps a bit smaller in diameter than Cole's, but 
at least an inch longer.

Cole watched as the vet braced himself on the sloping ramp of the platform 
and eased the tip of his cock into the warm oozing lips of the goat's cunt.

"Steady, Rachel," he said in a soothing voice.  She bleated once and her 
tail bobbed and shook, but she held her stance as George slowly fed the meat 
to her.  She took it without kicking or moving her hooves, but her bleating 
increased as he slowly filled her with his cock.

George was perspiring with the effort of forcing himself to take it slow; he 
was excited with the novel feel of the heated, oily sheath that was 
swallowing his prick.  When he gave her the final inch, she bleated more 
loudly than ever, and George felt something twitter and shift inside her, a 
gentle fluttering around the head of his cock.

"God!  What an exciting cunt!" he groaned.  He began to fuck into her with 
short, careful strokes, relishing the smooth, slick lining of her cunt and 
the way it seemed to worm around, clasping and writhing over his moving 
shaft.

Cole moved in closer, anxious to see at close range what he had been too 
busy to think about during his own bout with the sexy goat.  He watched the 
shaft of George's prick plow into the swollen meat of Rachel's cunt, pushing 
the edges of the clinging lips inside her with the friction of the forceful 
thrust.  Then it withdrew, its light skin shiny with the glistening juice of 
the vaginal lubricant, and the outer portion of the sheath seemed to turn 
almost inside out as it clung to the moving prick.

"Christ!  What a sensation!" George said in a hoarse voice.  Cole could no 
longer watch; his own cock was throbbing with eagerness.  He went back to 
the pasture, peering intently at the rear end of each goat he passed, 
searching for mother twat with the telltale ooze of sexual heat.

He began to grow frantic, seeing none at all as he plodded along over the 
uneven ground.  He was desperate, then he spotted the kids he had isolated 
for weaning.  The young goats were freshly separated from their mothers, and 
he had started them on their new diet the day before.

He reached over the fence and picked up the nearest one, a sturdy little 
Nubian doe.  He carried her under his arm, then as he passed a heavy-uddered 
Alpine on his way to the barn, he grabbed the nanny's collar and led her 
along.

At the station next to George and Rachel, he put the milk goat in the 
stanchion, then took out his hard, aching cock.  He grabbed the near tit and 
squirted some milk on his cock, working it under the foreskin.

Another squirt, and he felt that the flavor was established.  He set the kid 
on the floor below, dangling his milk-smeared cock where the kid could smell 
it.  The eager mouth took it, covering the shaft more than two-thirds of its 
length.  Cole groaned as the pulling and sucking commenced.  He was not sure 
how long he could stand it, but for the moment it felt good to his throbbing 
whang.

He seized the nanny's tit again, aimed it outward, then shot a stream of 
rich milk at the base of his down-pointed cock.  He watched the white cream 
run into the greedy lips of the avidly sucking kid.  He kept repeating the 
squirts, losing a lot on the floor, but providing enough of the real flavor 
to keep the kid sucking.

Next to him, George was groaning and talking to Rachel as he continued to 
fuck into the sex-hot goat.  Rachel's ass was moving a little, meeting his 
thrusts as she grew more and more excited.  Her bleating was low and 
contented, with faint overtones of her frantic passion.

"What unbelievable movement!" George groaned.  "There's a little grabber in 
there, Mac!  Did you know that?"

"Yeah!" Cole replied.  "I've got a little grabber of my own right now!"  The 
kid was feeling cheated, getting very little milk for the amount of sucking 
she was doing, so she speeded up her sucks and increased the vacuum.  The 
result was driving Cole wild.  He milked the goat more frantically, but his 
aim grew worse as his excitement swelled, and less than half of the poorly 
aimed shots were received by the cock-sucking kid.

"Oh shit!" George yelled.  "I can't last long.  It's the mouth of her 
fucking uterus ... nibbling ... grabbing for the ... semen ...  God, 
Rachel!"

But tom as he was by the wild thrills, the vet clung to his control, 
determined to make the novel sensations last as long as possible.  He kept 
thrusting into her and panting between groans, sweat rolling off his 
forehead and staining the armpits of his shirt.

"Oh, suck, baby, suck!" Cole cried, squirting milk in all directions as he 
sought to keep the kid interested in the low-yield tit of his cock.  He was 
almost ready to come.

"Rachel!  Oh, baby!" George groaned as the goat began to shake and tremble 
with the power of its orgasm.  He felt his control leak out in a sudden 
jerk, and he began to spew his semen into her cunt.  He drove into her and 
felt the backwash of his shots as his come flooded her oily tunnel and oozed 
around his moving shaft.

She bleated loudly and squeezed down on him; he yelled and pulled out of 
her, stepping backward so quickly that he had to do a fast bit of stepping 
to keep from falling off the ramp.

"Here it is, baby!  Suck it down!" Cole cried as he began to come.  The kid 
gulped greedily, at last getting results from his long bout of hard sucks.  
Cole shot his load and tried to get away, but the kid held on.  He bad to 
cover the kid's nostrils so it would open its mouth to breathe, releasing 
him.

George leaned against a neighboring stanchion, tucking his limber prick 
inside his fly.  He watched Cole trying to avoid the hungry reaches of the 
kid for his dangling cock while Cole freed the milk goat from the stanchion. 
  He led her off the platform and tried to get the kid interested in her 
tits.

But the kid had already found a foster mother.  She was stubbornly rearing 
up at Cole's crotch.  Cole finally had to take her back to her pen.  By the 
time he had rejoined George, he was bushed.

"Christ, George!" he said.  "Let's go to the house and have a stiff drink 
before I collapse."

"I'm with you!" George agreed.  "I'll be much happier to collapse after a 
drink."

They went straight to the house, got their drinks, then sprawled out on 
sofas to relax; they were too tired to wonder where their wives had gone.

*     *     *


Grace and Dot had gone to the machine shed to check on the men's progress 
with the "billy-girl machine" only seconds after the men had departed for 
the milk barn.

"Look ... it's finished!" Grace cried.  "Remember?  They agreed that the 
last step would be to tack the padding onto the wood."

"You're right," Dot said.  "Let's get the goat and try it out!"

"Let's see how well it fits, fist," Grace suggested.  She climbed up onto 
the padding, her ass aimed upward as she hung over the inverted vee of the 
table.  "Feels okay," she reported.  "Try it, Dot."  She got down and looked 
at her blonde friend.

Dot slipped out of her frock and unfastened her brassiere as Grace watched 
with a curious look.  The ripe mounds of Dot's tits sprung out to jiggle 
merrily as the bra was tossed aside.  Then she peeled off her panties.

"Only one way to try it," she said, grinning as she climbed up on the device 
and draped herself over the padding.  "The way I expect to use it."  She 
wiggled around to position herself, and the bouncing cheeks of her ass 
seemed to catch Grace's eye in am oddly enticing way.

The redhead moved in closer, then impetuously reached up and teased the 
blonde hairs of her friend's crotch.  They were suspiciously damp to the 
touch, and on further impulse, Grace slid her finger on into the moist flesh 
beyond the hair.

"Yes!" Dot cried.  "Finger me, Grace.  I want to know what it's like ... 
being screwed while I'm banging here like this."

Grace began to finger-fuck Dot swiftly, her middle finger riding slickly in 
the moist tunnel of the blonde's cunt, her thumb pressuring the exposed 
wrinkles of Dot's winking asshole.  The wet golden hairs stuck and clung to 
the moving finger as more and more juice began to gather with Dot's leaping 
passion.

The blonde's ass rose and fell in rhythmic thrusts to meet the massage, and 
the coarse padding frictioned the tip of her clitoris at each stroke.

"Oh, I wish ... that goat could ... be here now!" she panted as she felt her 
thrills increasing rapidly.  Grace, sensing the blonde's need for more meat 
to expand her loosening sheath, added another finger, then a third, to 
spread the slick walls of the pulsing twat.

The excitement had spread to Grace as patently as it had captured Dot.  The 
redhead curled her body around the padded trestle of the device, found Dot's 
left tit with her seeking lips, and gave the spongy nipple a series of fast, 
hungry sucks.  Her free hand sought her crotch and began to stir up the 
froth in her own oozing cunt.

"Grace, baby!  Oooh-h, that's nice!" Dot moaned.  Grace had rolled the 
nipple between her lips firmly, nuzzled the breast to loosen the sealed 
ducts, then sucked to bring out the drops of love-milk through the nipple.

The taste of the fluid excited Grace still more; she was ready to drink any 
and all of the juices of sex, she was so hot and pulsing.  There was no more 
to be had in the dry tit, and she could not reach the other one, so she 
deserted the breast and changed her position.

>From the rear, because of the clever design of the padded trestle, Dot's 
cunt was beautifully vulnerable.  Grace removed her soupy fingers and 
pressed her mouth into the hot, wet flesh.  She shoved her dripping middle 
finger into Dot's asshole as it winked open with excitement, and the blonde 
shrieked with joy.

"Oh, honey!  Eat me fast ... I'm coming!" Dot cried, her body starting to 
twist and jerk with the first tremblings of her climax.

Grace gave the twitching clit a few fast sucks, then drank the gathered 
juices as Dot bucked and moaned through her climax.  Grace felt her orgasm 
start, and she shoved her fingers as deeply as possible in her convulsing 
hole as she started to shake with the powerful tremors.

When they recovered from their gasping spasms, they felt the relief of their 
sexual tensions, but both were still hot and lustful, their thoughts 
focusing on the hairy cock of the stud goat.  Grace slipped her hand from 
her crotch, letting her frock fall into place, and hurried out across the 
barnyard to Randy's pen, leaving Dot hanging over the damp padding to 
anticipate the next round.

The horny buck smelled the female oozings in Grace's crotch, and she had to 
use the end of his lead rope to whip him into obedience as she led him to 
the machine shed.  Dot heard and smelled the rutting beast's approach; she 
got off the machine and helped Grace coerce the animal into the restraining 
harness the men had provided.  They cinched up the buckles and stood back to 
watch the goat's reactions.

His eyes rolled wildly as he fought the harness, frantic to get at the 
source of the heated female odor.  His cock projected from its sheath, 
glistening with the pre-fuck ooze of his eagerness.

"Oh Jesus!" Dot moaned.  "I want that in me so bad!"  Her ass made sharp, 
demanding jerks as her cunt bumped toward the coveted meat of the beast's 
prick.  She was almost hysterical in her lust to have the steamy red prong 
tear into her.

"Come on," Grace said, forcing herself to be a good hostess, although it was 
a hard struggle to fight with her own lustful sex drive.  She helped Dot 
back onto the machine, then swung the safety shield around on its pivots to 
lock in place above the bent woman's back.  The top of the shield had a 
rug-covered mound to simulate the haunches of a female goat.

When Grace led the haltered billy up the ramp, he nosed into the steamy 
crotch and bellowed loudly at its rich scent.  He needed no urging to leap 
up and brace his front hooves on the carpeted mound.  His prick slid even 
further from its hairy prepuce and gave a wiggling, searching movement as 
its wet, hot tip slithered into the seething flesh of Dot's cunt.

"Oh, you sweet brute!" Dot cried as the hot, hard worm of the prick bored 
into her tunnel.  Its coarse-haired foreskin had shoved back to bristle 
maddeningly in the sensitive flesh of her vulva, and she was ready to scream 
for joy at the thrills rippling over her body.

The beast fucked into her with a grunting frenzy, and Dot's ass began to 
rotate and hump to meet the powerful strokes of his drive.  The rigid prick 
felt as if it were red-hot, and its tip curled around her tunnel walls as 
she spiraled her ass in frantic movements.

"Oh, Grace!" she cried.  "What a cuntful of meat!"

Grace was frothing at the cunt and drooling as she climbed around the 
machine to wedge her body under Dot's upper torso, wiggling into place until 
her cunt was in the blonde's face.  Her back was bowed, pressed up against 
the underside of the safety shield, but she would have suffered any 
discomfort to obtain what she needed.

"Eat me, Dot!" she begged.  "My twat's burning up with the creamy itch!"

Dot's mouth found the lips of Grace's swollen cunt.  She licked at them, 
sucked hungrily at the fleshy contours of the vulva, and located the hard 
bud of Grace's clit.  Her lips fastened on the heated little knob and she 
gave it a hard suck.

"Oh, yes, doll!  Milk it!" Grace cried.  Her cunt undulated at the avid 
mouth, as if she could fuck the tiny clit into the lips that held it.  Her 
ass trembled against the padding behind her, and she felt the wetness of her 
excessive cream and Dot's saliva as it trickled down her thighs.

Randy's rutting goat cock was plunging hotly into Dot's cunt with long, 
swift fucks that reached her final depths.  She was on her way to a 
tremendous inner explosion.  When the stud's strokes shortened and his prick 
quivered in the far reaches of her cunt, she shrieked with the anticipation 
of his oncoming climax.

The rush of hot come seemed to scald her quivering sheath as it spurted into 
her, flooding her depths and squishing out to steam and splash against her 
inner thighs.  Her lust boiled up, and she gave Grace's clit such a hot, wet 
suck that Grace screamed and began to come in tense convulsions.

When the stud had shot his last gob of come in her, Dot almost blacked out, 
but she was aware of the meaty prick being withdrawn as the goat backed away 
and dropped his front hooves to the floor of the shed.

She also felt the squishy spurt of his come as it flowed out of her cunt, 
trickling onto the padding by her thighs.  But it was Grace who recovered 
first, managing to extricate herself from her contorted position and climb 
around the side of the trestle to stand weakly, clinging to the framework of 
the machine with shaky hands.

Her feet were planted far apart, to brace herself against the fall she 
feared because of her lightheadedness, and she felt the air from the open 
door of the shed cooling her wet pussy and thighs at the same moment that 
her eyes focused on the figures silhouetted in the sunlight of the doorway.

"My God!" she croaked from a passion-dried throat.  "How long have you been 
standing there?"

"Long enough to get the biggest, boniest hard-on of my life," said Dean 
Palmer in a hoarse statement of amazement.

"But not long enough, damn it!" cried Phyllis Palmer, moving closer to look 
at the results of the wild orgy.  Her eyes focused on the dripping prick of 
the stud goat, then on the splayed sogginess that was Dot's oozing cunt.  
"What I wouldn't give to be in your place, Dot Lambert ... it is you, isn't 
it?"  Phyllis walked still closer to the machine and leaned down to study 
the blonde's flushed face.

"Hi, Phyl," Dot offered in a dry whisper.  "Help me up, will you?"

Phyllis figured out the pivoting of the safety shield and swung it aside, 
then she helped the blonde off the trestle.  Grace was still in shock from 
the appearance of the audience, and she stood there, staring at Dean, her 
cunt growing cold with the evaporation of her juices.

Dean saw the trembling of her legs and body.  He stepped up to stand beside 
her; he loosened the fabric where she had rolled up her frock to expose her 
cunt for action, and it fell to cover her legs against the breeze.

"Jesus, Grace!" he said in the same hoarse voice of his first greeting.  "I 
hope to hell you people can use some more members in this swinging club.  
Phyl and I are liable to screw ourselves to death with envy, if you don't 
let us join!"

Chapter Five

When Grace and Dot took the Palmers into the house and sheepishly related 
how they had been surprised, their husbands took one look at the Palmers, 
saw that the local swingers included another couple, then began to laugh.

When the fun subsided, they sat around drinking together and oriented the 
Palmers on the coming party.  Then Dean got George off to one side and, 
without mentioning Mary Margaret's name, explained that he had left a 
friend's dog at the vet's clinic, where he had been told that Doc Lambert 
was at the McDonald farm.

"Which is why I drove over here," Dean said.  "Now I'm glad I did!  With 
threshing done, I'll have a little excess energy to spare, and it looks as 
if I've found a fun group to spend it with."

He described the surgery the dog's owner wanted performed and asked George 
if he was familiar with it.  The vet grinned and nodded as he lifted his 
drink for a sip.

"I've done a couple of those," he admitted.  "But I can't quite imagine 
anyone around here ..."

"Nor was I prepared to find such goat lovers in this community," Dean 
remarked.  "Seems that Gatesville isn't exactly the squarest place around, 
after all."

"No, indeed!" Cole said as he and Phyllis joined the two men.  "In fact, 
Grace and Dot are in the showers getting revived, and I wonder why we don't 
have a warm-up party tonight after dinner."

There seemed to be no other urgent engagements as they talked it over, then 
George suggested they phone the missing couple and make it a complete 
"get-acquainted" evening.  Everyone agreed, and he made the cad.  The 
Gateses were about to eat dimmer, but they agreed to drive over as soon as 
they were through eating.

Grace and Dot heard the news when they rejoined the others, and there was a 
concerted rush by the three women as they worked together to get the meal 
ready.  But there was time for a leisurely dinner and cleanup before the 
other couple arrived.

Harlan and Barbara Gates renewed social acquaintances with the Palmers and 
McDonalds over brandy, and the Lamberts helped break the ice for everyone.  
Soon they were conversing and laughing together in complete relaxation.  By 
eight-thirty, a natural pairing seemed to take place as a result of their 
animated socializing.

Dean and Barbara found themselves upstairs, peering into the open doorways 
of several rooms.  Dean was uneasy, since there had been no formal 
assignment of rooms, but this was old stuff to Barbara.

"This looks cozy!" she said, leading him into a bedroom and closing the door 
behind them.  She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled sexily up at Dean, 
noting his confused, boyish expression.  "Just to keep things going 
smoothly, I'll warn you that I have only one taboo: brutality.  I've enjoyed 
every other kind of fun that I tried.  Now, how about you, Dino?  Anything 
bug you?"

"We agree on the rough stuff," he told her.  "And I haven't found anything 
else that bugs me.  One thing I really enjoy, though, is watching a 
beautiful female undress."  His eyes caressed her with the same softness as 
his voice, and she smiled her willingness even as she reached up and began 
to unfasten her dress.

She shrugged out of the top part as she sat, then stood up to let the 
garment fall to her feet.  Dean consumed her loveliness with a steady, frank 
gaze that roamed over her physique, then he began to examine her fine 
points.

Her brown hair fed into a softly curled rob at her shoulders, and it 
outlined the tender vulnerability of her neck.  Her yellow bra and panties 
emphasized the tan of her skin, and Dean saw that it was satin perfection, 
unmarred by any visible blemish.

She unhooked her bra, and her tits popped out to claim his attention.  Their 
perfection matched the rest of her; firm, rounded globes of ripe fullness, 
capped with pertly jiggling nipples.  As she peeled off her panties, he felt 
his cock stiffen and throb.  The glistening brown curls of her snatch were 
out-thrust under a mound of swollen cuntlips that parted slightly to show a 
pink glimmer of her moist pussy within.

"Mrs. Palmer's little boy is having Christmas in the middle of summer!" Dean 
said, wetting his lips as she let his eyes tell her how sincere he was in 
his compliment.

"Did Mrs. Palmer teach her boy how to undress, or would you like me to do it 
for you?" Barbara asked.  Dean had no objection.

"She taught me," he said.  "But I remember how nice it was to have a woman's 
soft hands do it for me."

Barbara's fingers fairly flew as she stripped him to the waist, then slowed 
teasingly as she unfastened his slacks, her hand lingering as it slid over 
the bulge of his rigid cock.  She dropped his parts and shorts together, 
then knelt to pull them off his feet, taking his shoes too.

Instead of rising, she simply tilted her head up slowly, letting the soft 
tendrils of her hair caress his thighs and the underside and tip of his 
out-thrust cock.  As her face appeared on a level with his crotch, she 
pressed her nose into his balls.  He could hear the sniff of her inhalation 
and feel the cool air stir as she breathed in his male scent.  She exhaled 
warmly on his balls, and Dean groaned at the extra throb in his pulsing 
cock.  "Lady, I'll follow you anywhere!" he vowed.

Her hands grabbed the cheeks of his ass and she pulled him to her, pressing 
her nose and lips into his balls as she filled her nostrils with his warmth. 
  She released him, kissed the head of his cock wetly, then rose to her 
feet.

"I follow; you lead," she said simply, standing so close to him that her 
nipples teased the hair on his chest.  He swept her into his arms, their 
lips met, and immediately their tongues began to battle.  As a wet, heated 
session of kissing began, Dean slid his hands down her back to cup her 
buttocks.  His fingers trailed into the warm, feathery crack of her ass.

Barbara shifted her stance, letting the cheeks of her ass part, as if he had 
only to give the slightest signal for complete access to any part of her 
body.  His fingers slid to the warm, soft center of her tender, wrinkled 
asshole.  He probed gently at the damp blossom of flesh, and she relaxed it 
for him.

He eased his fingertip inside, relishing the momentary sensation of entering 
her body, but she wanted him to know that she trusted him, that he could do 
as he wished with her.  She put her arms around his neck and shoulders, then 
jumped up to latch her legs around his waist.

Her asshole opened to him and his finger slid in further.  Her moist cunt 
was kissing his belly, her brown pubic hairs tickling the top side of his 
rigid cock.  He groaned and eased her down onto the bed, removing his finger 
>from her asshole.

Their kiss ended, and they panted hotly, face to face, each residing in the 
other's eyes their mutual desire to make this last as long as possible.  
Dean took a nipple in his lips and began a series of sucks, nibbles and 
air-blowings that soon had Barbara humming and gasping with pleasure.

He worked her tit over until he stole her love-milk, then he moved to the 
other tit and swelled its spongy nipple with the same treatment.  Barbara's 
body was twitching now, and her ass had begun an almost imperceptible dance 
on the sheet.

Dean kissed a trail over the unbelievable softness of her belly, and his 
mouth was soon in the mounded forest of her snatch.  Slowly, Barbara moved 
her legs, and as her magnificent thighs spread apart, the pink warmth of her 
gash grew in its nest of brown hair until it had blossomed out and breathed 
its female fragrance into his nostrils.  He inhaled it, groaned at the 
heady, compelling scent, then licked at the appetizing sex flesh with a 
greedy tongue.

Barbara whimpered as he lapped up the film of cream that covered her vulva.  
He gave her hot little hole a series of fucks with the tip of his tongue, 
then reached up to twit the eager bud of her clit.

"Dino!" she gasped.  "If you're going to ... take me all the way ... with 
your mouth ... please let me have your cock to eat!"  Her ass quivered, and 
the flesh at the backs of her thighs trembled with excitement.

He knew they would have time to enjoy it both ways-they would make time!  He 
turned around to cover her body with his own, keeping his face over her 
vulnerably exposed crotch.  His cock dangled above her lips, and she took it 
in her hand.

"Thanks, Dean!" she said.  "The funky smell of your balls made me hungry to 
eat you.  Don't be afraid to fuck my throat; I can protect myself!"  She 
licked the length of his shaft, from tip to base, then sucked at the skin of 
his balls, mouthing each nut separately.

He gasped and buried his face in her cunt, breathing in the steamy delight 
of her fragrance, giving the quivering flesh hot little sucks as he sought 
more of her flavorful juice.

Barbara moaned around the head of his cock, which she had just sucked into 
the moist donut of her pouting lips.  The sensation made Dean moan into her 
cunt.  He seized her clit and began to resume the twitting that had excited 
her so.

She fucked upward, moving her clit into his lips, and he gave it a milking 
suck that drew a whimper from her.  She was bringing her head up high, 
sliding his cock into her throat at each stroke.  He knew her neck would 
tire swiftly, so he began to fuck downward gently, signaling her to save her 
neck muscles.  She lay there and let him fuck her mouth, concentrating on 
building up a good suction to pull out his come.

Her ass was pounding the bed as she screwed up to fuck his lips with her 
clit.  Her cream was oozing plentifully, and he reveled in the odor and 
flavor that assailed him like a hypnotic steam.

He could feel her muscles tensing as she neared the peak of her passion, and 
he made his sucks harder and tighter on her little bud.  She made a gurgling 
cry around the bulky fullness of his cock and her pussy rose up to engulf 
him as she began to come.

He fucked into her throat twice more, then let her apply full suction as he 
spurted out his hot offering for her.  She gulped at the rich come, drinking 
it greedily as her body convulsed in the joy of orgasm.

She drained him, and he grunted as he pulled out of her mouth and fell 
beside her on the bed.  He could hear her smacking wetly at the last 
tricklings of his come in her mouth, gasping in air deeply, just as he was.

"Lady, your pussy is one hell of a sweet delight!" he told her when things 
were calmer.

"And those were tasty gushes you fed me," she said.  "Let's rest for a 
while; I want to daydream about what it win feel like when you squirt my 
cunt fun of that hot stuff!"

*     *     *


Harlan Gates ushered Phyllis Palmer into one of the upstairs bedrooms-the 
one opposite the closed door where he knew his wife had taken Dean Palmer.  
As he closed the door behind him, he could feel the excitement that Phyllis 
generated.  He always enjoyed "breaking in" new swappers, for their 
excitement at the novelty of the thing-once he had dissolved their early 
tensions-heightened their basic passions.

"You are a very lovely doll," he told her, taking her gently by the upper 
arms and hissing her softly on the lips.  They were moist, ripely full lips, 
pouted roundly into tender cushions that titillated his lust.  They 
trembled, then parted as her mouth opened.  Her tongue slid hesitantly out, 
and he sucked it into his mouth.

She let him suck hungrily on her tongue, then she pulled it back and 
suctioned his mouth until he gave her his tongue.  She went after it avidly, 
sucking it hard as his hands unfastened the back of her dress.

When they broke apart, she simply shrugged her dress off her shoulders and 
let it fall to the floor.  Harlan stepped back and took off his slacks as he 
regarded her appealing beauty in bra and panties.  He slipped out of his 
shirt and faced her in his shorts.

Phyllis saw the gigantic bulge in his crotch and her excitement increased.  
She wondered if this were one of those monstrous cocks that could rip an 
average cunt apart.  To cover her shakiness, she busied herself with 
removing her bra.

Harlan watched her tits being exposed.  He licked his lips, and eyed the 
glossy bush of her snatch as she took off her panties.  It almost glowed, so 
shiny were the tendrils.

"What a whorishly beautiful bush!" he murmured.  "It's lovely enough to fuck 
by itself, even if there were nothing behind it!"

"What a strange thing to say!" Phyllis replied.  "Do you always think of a 
woman in parts like that?"

"I appreciate a woman as an individual experience," he told her.  "But I 
delight in the distinct and separate little beauties that make her the 
individual she is."  He stepped out of his shorts, and Phyllis gasped at the 
awesome size of his prick and the heavy hang of his generous balls.

"You see," he said.  "You're thinking of parts, too, aren't you?"

She had to nod affirmatively, but she was wondering at the moment what it 
would take to make the Cant cock hard; it was just handing there against his 
nuts, as if awaiting the command to come to attention.

"Sit on the bed, will you, Phyllis?" he asked her.  She sat down and looked 
up at him.  "Now take your ankles in your hands, if you will, and hold them 
apart as you learn back to lie down."

Puzzled but cooperative, she did as he asked.  Harlan watched her cunt split 
down the center of the glossy black bush, then stare at him pinkly, the 
thick lips spread out in moist invitation.  Watching through the framework 
of her arms and legs, Phyllis saw the awesome meat of his cock acquire its 
bone, rising up until it pointed directly at her.  IT had gained little in 
size, but it now looked almost destructive in its rigidity.

She was intrigued when he sat cross-legged on the bed and moved toward her 
until the tip of his meaty cock teased the lips of her cunt.  He 
straightened out his legs until they sandwiched her torso, then he took his 
prick in his hand and began caressing her twat with its hot, smooth head.

She had been creaming with anticipation, and this ooze now oiled the path 
for his eight-inch cock as he tickled the sensitive surface of her vulva.  
He traced the outline of her swollen lips, the inner convolutions of her 
twat, and then he began to scribble little designs around the trembling tip 
of her clitoris.

"Oh God, Harlan!" she moaned as the thrills raced through her.  "A little 
more of that and I'll cream up a flood!"

"Wonderful!" he replied.  "Then I can ride the flood to its source."  He 
massaged her with the head of his cock until she was whimpering and gasping 
steadily.  When her juices were flowing fast, he circled the tip of the 
prick into a spiral, centering it neatly in the heated hole of her entrance.

He seized her upraised thighs near her hips and pulled as he drove into her. 
  She felt the walls of her cunt expand with the great fullness of his cock 
as he plowed firmly into her tunnel.  He rode all the way in, then lifted 
his hands to her.

"Take my hands," he said.  When she did, he pulled her up and maneuvered his 
body around in the bed.  She found herself sitting on him, impaled to the 
guts on his hot cock.  "Now you can bounce around on it until you begin to 
feel comfortable," he said.  "Take your time and set your own pace."

She took a deep breath, sitting there as carefully as if the shaft inside 
her were a two-edged sword.  She could feel the bulging bag of his balls in 
the wet cradle of her passion-thickened cuntlips.  It felt as if the tip of 
his prick was stretching the end of her sheath up into her belly above the 
navel.

"I'm ... I'm almost afraid to move," she said with a slightly hysterical 
giggle.  But she gathered her courage and started to move up and down on the 
hard meat, feeling it bulge the sides of her cunt as it moved within her.

"Jesus, Harlan!" she gasped after a while.  "That feels better all the 
time!"

She increased her speed and the length of her strokes, and soon both of them 
were grunting and gasping with the exciting sensations that ensued.  The 
complete contact of the thick shaft as it frictioned her walls seemed to 
stimulate the flow of her cream.  It was a slippery froth that boiled out of 
her as she slid up and down the length of his throbbing cock, soaking them 
both with her warm &1.

His balls began to feel spongier as she bore down on them with the lower 
edge of her cuntlips.  She wondered if they were filling from some other 
reservoir, gathering their power to explode somewhere in her vitals.

Her cunt grew greedy; the more it became used to the generous serving of 
man-meat, the more it wanted.  She drove down onto the hard cock in a 
frenzy, her cunt muscles gulping at the bulk as if eager to bite it off and 
digest it.

"Oh, Harlan!  I'm coming!" she cried abruptly.  Spasms shook her, tightening 
her twat around its meal as she drove down in a final effort to engulf him, 
balls and all.

She felt the surge along the length of his cock like a ripple in an egg 
swallowing snake.  Then his come erupted from the tip and burst high inside 
her, splashing hotly against the mouth of her womb and flooding down along 
the tunnel to ooze out between them.

Her body tensed and shook powerfully as her orgasm reached its peak.  She 
squealed with the ecstasy, farted with excitement, and then went limp.

She was aware of the decreased hardness of his cock, but it was still a 
respectable fullness inside her.  She wanted to keep it there for a while, 
to absorb the flavor of his sheer maleness, retain it as a memory of a 
stirring excitement.

Then she thought of something interesting.  That monster had expanded her 
cunt excitingly; it would be fun to see how much of it she could get into 
her mouth.

She rose up off the stake of flesh, let it splat down against Harlan's 
thigh, and positioned herself so she could get at it with her lips.  
Carefully, knowing how sensitive it would be at the moment, she licked at 
the smeary head, then sucked it into her lips.

"God, Phyllis!" he groaned.  "Let it cool for a while, wig you?"

"Okay," she agreed.  "I can wait."  She put her head on his thigh, inhaled 
the heavy odor of his semen, and took sneaky tastes of it from his dripping 
shaft.

As the minutes passed, his sensitivity decreased.  She grew bolder in her 
licking and sucking of his limp shaft and balls, and before she had cleaned 
him thoroughly, his flesh began to harden once more.

She felt excitement build up in her again as she anticipated what was to 
come.  The way he had exploded while his cock was deep in her cunt, she 
could expect quite a load in her throat.

But she had to have the experience to remember.  Like the novelty of being 
fucked by the mammoth organ, sucking off the big cock was not something she 
would want to tackle every night of the week; but she was sure it would be 
memorable.

Slowly, she slipped her lips wetly over the swelling head and let it slide 
along her tongue.  As it entered her mouth, she could feel it pulsing, 
hardening, readying itself for her.

She gave it a loving suck and began to move her head back and forth ...

Chapter Six

Cole had been stirred by the sight of Dot Lambert for a long time.  He 
carried with him, as if burned into his memory, the image he had viewed one 
day at George's clinic more than a year before.

He had taken Laddie in for his booster shots, and while the dog was being 
treated, Cole had moseyed along the corridor, looking at the amusing 
collection of paintings, sketches, cartoons and odd art forms depicting pets 
that lined the walls.

When he came to a doorway, he was about to cross it and continue looking at 
the corridor walls.  But he glanced inside, to see the vet's lovely wife 
sitting on a desk with one foot pulled up beside her.  She was applying 
mercurochrome to her ankle, probably on a scratch from one of the patients.

It was a hot summers and Dot was wearing a cotton uniform.  Cole stared 
directly at the parted lips of her snatch, licking his lips at the delicious 
appearance of her cunt.  Her golden blonde hairs gleamed in the bright light 
of the surgical lamp that she was using to treat her wound.  And Cole had to 
get a grip on his will power, to keep from diving into her gorgeous muff and 
eating it.

After a year of nourishing this memory, he was determined to grab off Dot in 
tonight's swapping; he almost drooled at the glory of the anticipated feast!

By the time he had led her into the upstairs guest room that remained 
unoccupied, Cole was seething with desire for the blonde.  She was sensitive 
enough to feel his lust for her, and she was excited by the compliment of 
his hunger, eager to feed him with her body and have him feed the hungers 
that were building in her.

The door closed behind them.  He seized her and kissed her; she knew from 
the way his lips and tongue worked at her mouth that he wanted her cunt the 
same way, desperately.  Heat spread in her belly and legs, and her twat 
began to itch and cream with eagerness.

Their mouths separated and they panted, eyeing each other like starving 
tigers.  Dot could feel the downy hairs stand up on the skin that covered 
her spine.  She felt primeval, as if she were more beast than human, with 
sharp, consuming animal desires gnawing in her.

She put her hands on her hips and began a series of grinding movements that 
made her ass roll voluptuously and her tits jiggle provocatively.  She 
tossed a sharp bump at him, then felt a drop of her oozing cream nip off her 
cunt to cling to her frock --- the only garment she wore on this hot day.

"You want me," she sad in a low voice.  "Tell me how you want me, Cole; I 
want to hear it!"

He stared at her grinding ass, felt the heat of her desire hit him like the 
blast from an opened oven, and knew her for what she was, what she had to be 
for him at that moment.  His nostrils flared with lust and he told her, in 
quiet, harsh tones:

"I want your cunt ... your juicy, golden-haired cunt ... spread out for me 
like a fresh-split melon.  I want to lick it ... suck its juices ... fuck 
your hot little hole with my tongue ... nibble your bud until you scream ... 
then suck you some more.  When you can't stand being eaten for another 
second ... l want to shove my cock into that dream cunt and fuck you out of 
your mind as I fill you with all the come I can shoot into you!"

Her eyes had become more burning, almost feverish, as she listened to him.  
Her hands slowly unfastened her dress.  When he was silent, she took off the 
frock and threw herself onto the bed.  She learned on one elbow and drew her 
legs widely apart as she stared up at him, feeling the heat from her cunt 
reflect off her thighs as if it were a furnace.

"Here it is, Cole," she husked.  "Hot gash ... munch it, lover!  Suck it ... 
lick it ... drink it dry if you cam!"  Her ass was moving slowly all the 
while, making the wet pinkness quiver and undulate in its golden nest like a 
thing with a fierce life of its own.

Cole undressed rapidly and dove at the steamy twat with his hands 
outstretched to seize her thighs.  He pressed his lips to the swollen lips 
of her snatch and gave her cunt a giant suck.  The delicious shock was so 
sudden that Dot almost pissed in his face.

Then Cole began to lick and lap at her heated flesh, and Dot moaned as she 
lay back and let the thrills course through her body.  From the moment of 
contact there was nothing but raw, animal greed between them; Cole wanted to 
devour the musky womanness that oozed from her tunnel, and Dot wanted to be 
consumed.

His tonguing was deliberately slow; he prolonged the contact with her most 
sensitive spots, stopping often to apply his lips to the faintest trace of 
her liquid and giving it slurping little sucks that removed her honey from 
the quivering flesh.

Dot moaned as her ass wiggled with passion; her hands cupped the aching 
fullness of her tits, where the swollen nipples stood erectly waiting, eager 
to be consumed in the fierceness of Cole's demanding mouth.

His tongue entered her, thrust past the spastic winking of her inner 
cuntlips, probed around in the warm, honeyed vestibule and tasted the more 
heated gathering of cream that lined her walls.  She whimpered and rolled 
her head from side to side as he began to move his tongue in and out of the 
clinging cunt mouth.

Her sheath constricted, a gurgling, urgent sound announced the squishiness 
of her inner reaches, and Cole groaned with feverish lust as he sought to 
bury his tongue in her ad the way.  He was far short of the goal and he 
thirsted for the treasure that eluded him.

His lips pressed around the puckered hole, and he gave a mighty series of 
sucks that brought him some of the coveted gurglings.  He hummed like a 
contented cat as he swallowed her liquid musk, then he began to lick the 
outer flesh of her cunt once more.

Dot was ready to climb the walls; Cole's mouth was reaching her with its 
suckings to a depth that stirred her beyond the tolerance of her lusty 
nervous system.  As he seized her clit in his lips and milked it greedily in 
rhythmic sucks, her body began to stiffen and tremble.

"Argh-h-h-h!"  Her scream vibrated to the tempo of her convulsing twat; 
massive convulsions of her tunnel caused more gurglings as her ass left the 
bed, driving her pussy tightly against Cole's mouth.

He knew she was going to run wild, so he took his last chance to drink from 
her fountain, sucking powerfully at the spasming hole of her cunt.  She 
shrieked and tore her body away from him in the reflex of painful ecstasy.

Cole crept onto the bed, knelt, seized her knees, then forced them apart; 
she had tightened her thighs together, to contain the powerful sensations 
that boiled up in her cunt.  He slid the rigid pole of his cock along in the 
wet furrow of her golden gash, plowing her petals aside with the darkly 
swollen head.

She whimpered and sobbed as the meaty glans rubbed against her 
over-sensitized flesh, but Cole jockeyed the tip of his cock into position 
with a series of ass wigglings, wedging the head in her winking hole and 
driving in past the trembling inner lips.

Dot emitted a gurgling moan as his prick filled her.  The fat head spread 
her sheath as it traveled inward, conquering the tunnel even where her 
muscular contractions spawned in the final throes of her orgasm.  It stopped 
at her tunnel's end, restrained by the limit of her entrance, which could 
not accommodate the bulk of his spongy bag of nuts.

"You steamy, funky hunk of woman!" Cole whispered to her with lust burning 
in his eyes.  "I'm going to fuck the piss out of you!"

He pulled the shaft out halfway, then drove it again into her body, his 
balls splatting wetly at her lower cuntlips and the crack of her ass.  She 
gasped and sobbed, then her ass began to roll and thrust upward.  Her cunt 
mouthed him, swallowed at him, ate at the head of his plunging cock with 
demanding gulps.

"I'll swallow you!" she threatened.  "Balls and all, I'll ... digest that 
delicious brute!"  She pumped up at him as he humped into her sex throat, 
and they became a savage, writhing mass of wet, hot flesh and bone and 
muscle.

The slurpy fuckings resounded in the room, echoing the silent screams of 
their animal lusts as they sought to consume each other with the heat and 
desire of their bodies.  Cole felt the rapid increase in the tempo of her 
cunt swallows, and he knew that she was having an interim climax.  Her 
short, sharp moans confirmed it.

Then she went wild.  Her arms encircled him and her fingernails dug into his 
back.  Her muscles seemed to spasm at once, and the frantic bucking of her 
body beneath him signaled a mammoth orgasm.

He jerked his cock in and out of her in short, hard fucks that pasted his 
balls tightly to her crotch.  Then he lost control, and he began to fire his 
liquid rockets into her depths.  The first globs burst against her innermost 
flesh with such heat and impact that she yelled, then she sobbed as each 
following spurt poured into her.

Cole held her there, nailed to the bed with the spike of his prick, until it 
softened completely.  Then he pulled out of her and rolled away from her 
trembling body.  He stared at the mess of her golden gash, watched the 
pulsations of its darkened pink mouth as it spewed out the excessive ooze of 
his come.

The glistening gold tendrils became clogged with the pearly drops and blobs, 
and a heavy trickle made a string that ran into the crack of her ass.  Her 
belly heaved and her tits shivered as she sucked in air; the whole front of 
her body shone with the wetness of their combined perspiration.

"Oh, Cole!" she moaned hoarsely.  "What a delicious sex battle!"  Her eyes 
regarded him seriously for a while, then gleamed with a sudden knowledge.  
"You've wanted me ... for quite a long time ... haven't you?"

"For a year," he said, nodding as he gazed into her blue eyes.

"I knew it!  It takes a special kind of hunger to eat and fuck like that.  
We'll never have it so good again, unless we wait for another year."

"I'd rather settle for a little less fierceness than wait so umgoldly long," 
he told her.

"Me, too," she said.  Her hands cupped her tits savagely and her ass began a 
rolling movement on the bed.  Her tongue lashed out to lick her lips wetly, 
and Cole felt a jerking throb in his cock; he sensed that he needed to 
recover quickly, for that mouth was anticipating a feast of its own!

*     *     *


George Lambert had spent his come lavishly in the goat cunt he had pumped 
into earlier in the day.  But the entire atmosphere of the farm and its 
sex-filled residents had stimulated his libido like nothing had in years.

And the lust he felt for Grace McDonald added to the hungers that made all 
his juices gather and build inside him.  Every time he had seen the redhead, 
he sensed an inner fire that he lusted to taste.  The feverish glimmering in 
her green eyes made him think that she loved nothing better than a plunging 
cock.  He wanted her so much that he knew the act could never be as great as 
the way he fancied it in his mind.

Yet, the way her springy ass bounced as she preceded him into the big 
downstairs bedroom, he felt his hopes rekindled.  A woman who could move 
like that, so liquidly and gracefully, but make all the right places jiggle 
with enticement, could be capable of unsuspected delights.

He had been ready for a certain shyness at least a cautious hesitancy, not 
too surprising for a swap initiate-but Grace seemed unusually calm.  It was 
as though, once she decided to make the move, she had surrendered all 
tensions and inhibitions and had let herself go completely.  Her actions 
appeared to bear out George's theory, for she began to undress the moment 
the door closed behind them.  He simply stood and watched.  Her frock slid 
off her shoulders, then down her upper arms to the elbows; her uncovered 
tits thrust outward and upward proudly, their coral nipples trembling at the 
tips like wind-blown berries.

She let the frock fall to the floor, and George saw that she had on a pair 
of aqua-colored panties.  Her coppery hair bulged out the crotch, and 
tendrils curled from under the leg bands to accent the pale delicacy of her 
inner thighs.

At the lower extreme of the crotch, the material had a darker coloring; 
dampness had crept from between her passionate petals to moisten the panties 
significantly.  She saw him stare at the telltale spot.

"I didn't say I was neat, did I?" she quipped with trembling lips, betraying 
a nervousness he had not detected until then.  He softened her apprehension 
by kneeling in front of her and reaching up to cup the superb cheeks of her 
ass with his hands, reveling in the satin warmth of her body beneath the 
cool satin of her panties.

"Neatness never counts in sex," he assured her.  "Cleanliness, most of the 
time ... but neatness, never!" He pressed his nose and mouth into the 
cushioned warmth of her crotch and inhaled her scent.  It was delicately 
musky, definitely hot, and compellingly appetizing.

"Oh God, Gracie!" he said into the softness of her covered muff.  "Your cunt 
smells so good!"

His hands moved up to her waistband and peeled down the panties swiftly.  As 
the soggy crotch came away from her coppery curls, the air was filled with 
the moist, warm fragrance of her juice.  George groaned excitedly as he 
moved her backward until she sat down on the bed.

His hands gripped her trim ankles and raised them; she tipped over backward 
on the bed, and he knelt at the ready, his face in her wet hairs, breathing 
the mist of her desire.  Then he had to taste her.  His lips rubbed the 
inner edges of her parted slit and his tongue slithered into the furrow to 
sample the honey.

Her flavor excited him even more, and he began to eat her pussy with a 
rising greed.  But his cock was rising, also.  It strained at the 
confinement of his clothing, and he had to stop and get to his feet.

"Sorry!" he apologized for the interruption.  "I have to bail a friend out 
of jail."  He stripped for action, then knelt again, to bury his mouth in 
the fleshy melon of her twat.

"George!" she breathed softly.  "Oh, yes, lover!  Eat me!"  The cheeks of 
her ass pressed together as her pubic mound elevated to cup her cunt 
beautifully for his feast.

His lips and tongue cruised over the darkening coral flesh, the honey 
disappearing in fast little laps and sucks that brought moans and whimpers 
to her throat.

"Oh God, I'm so ... hot and wet inside!" she moaned.  "Suck me out; George!" 
  Her cunt pressed forcefully against his mouth and he stuck his tongue into 
her hole and fucked her with it several times.  She wiggled her ass and 
whimpered wildly.

He sucked at the opening, drank her moisture, then took her clit in his lips 
and began to milk it expertly.  Tiny ones burst from her throat as the 
thrills burst in her belly like Roman candles.  Her body quivered with the 
beginnings of her release.

"Oh, George!  Quick!  Suck hard!" she cried as her muscles began to tighten 
and her head became light and fuzzy.

He gave the throbbing little bud two powerful sucks, and she let out a wail 
as her body pulled away from him and tried to curl up in a tight ball.  
George licked at the taste of her on his lips, watching her shudder until 
the siege was over.  She straightened out and exhaled in a trembling sigh, 
then she lay there, gasping.

He moved his head to her thigh, letting his nose hang over the vapor that 
rose from her hot snatch.  His cock was pointing up in the air, throbbing 
steadily with its eagerness as he inhaled the fragrance of her cooling cunt.

Grace could see the fleshy staff of his prick jutting out from his groin, 
and she felt a freshening of her inner hungers.  Her hand reached down and 
clasped the solid warmth of it, feeling its soft pulsations of lust for her.

"I'm still twittering inside, George," she whispered.  "But I want to be 
fucked ... oh God, how I want this shoved into me!"

He got up and crawled into the vee of her thighs; his prick slid easily into 
the slippery furrow and lodged in the central petals of her pulsing hole.  
She gasped, her sensitivity still highly aroused at the slightest touch.  
But he eased into her slowly, and she hummed her joy as his cock began to 
fill her sheath.

Oily claspings massaged his prick as it entered her; she was still 
convulsing periodically, her walls working at the meat that was thrust into 
her tunnel as if digesting it with the copious ooze that filled her passage.

George groaned at the potency of the sensation.  He began to fuck into her 
fiercely, relishing the wet sponginess of her warm body as it received him.

"Fuck me fast, George!" she cried.  "I can't last long!  Fill me with jism, 
lover!  Oh, George!"

Her ass worked furiously to drive her up to him; her cunt was gulping 
hungrily as she started to come.  But she seemed to be hung up in her 
passion Her body was shaking and her breathing was ragged and loud.

George felt her desperation, but he was keeping his control until the last 
possible moment, so he could fire for greatest effect.  He rested, 
concentrating on withholding his come, letting the wild, sucking grabs of 
her clutching cunt milk his stone-hard cock.

She began to sob, frantic with the need to complete the trip she had 
started; it was a beautifully ecstatic pain, staying at such a peak level of 
body awareness for so long.  The more she cried, the harder it seemed to get 
over the last rise.

She fucked up at him like a madwoman, her whole being involved in the 
frenzied attempt to reach an orgasm.  The lining of her cunt seemed to be 
scalding hot, and yet she wanted the heated fluids of George's body to 
drench her, fill her to the brim.

"George!" she sobbed.  "Come in me!  Spurt me full ... oh God!  Piss in me 
... anything!"  She sobbed even harder as her ass trembled upward in 
weakening thrusts.

The milking sucks of her frantic cunt were terrible in their potency.  
George had taken all he could stand, and he was glad to release his control. 
  The way her gulping cunt swallowed and disgorged his cock, he was ready to 
turn inside out.

"Here it comes, Gracie!" he cried.  He drove downward, forcing her ass onto 
the bed and burying his knob in her tunnel where the nibbling mouth of her 
womb already sought to drink his yield.

He gushed hotly into her, and she shrieked as the fluid splashed in her 
depths.  It was all she needed to carry her over the top.  A giant shudder 
tore through her and her cunt crushed his cock like a velvet vise.  He 
groaned as the claspings drained him, then he lay there and let her spasms 
work out the last tiny drop of his come.

When they separated, Grace began sobbing softly.  She was crying for joy, so 
powerfully satisfying was her delayed release.  She lay still as the 
flutterings subsided within her, relishing the deliciousness of complete 
relaxation.

"Okay, baby?" he asked when he thought her breathing had returned to normal.

"Lovely!" she said.  "It was a rugged come, but it was worth the long, 
uphill struggle!"

"That delicious cunt of yours really makes a cock feel wanted!" he told her. 
  "I can't remember a more exciting time."

"I hope your memory doesn't improve on the subject," she said.  "I'd like to 
think that you'll be eager to come back; the welcome you felt inside me was 
for real."

He lay back beside her and closed his eyes, imagining how it would feel when 
he grew hard again, and Grace became eager for more cock.  He wished she 
would suck him off; he'd like to have her mouth around his cock, pulling, 
sucking, working on his prick until he burst into her throat.

He learned how closely their minds were attuned when Grace got up on one 
elbow and looked down at him.

"Get a good rest," she advised him.  "I want you to fill up to the brim for 
me; then I'm going to drink you dry!"

Chapter Seven

The first matings were so exciting, and the four couples so completely 
compatible, that the sex fever claimed them in earnest.  They reassembled, 
two by two, for a midnight snack and gabfest.  It was a unanimous decision 
to cancel the rest of their weekend engagements.  The following days and 
nights were reserved for unlimited fun.

During breakfast, the three visiting couples used the phone to readjust 
their social schedules.  George made a trip to his clinic to take care of 
emergency details, while Dean helped Cole with his morning chores, then he 
drove Cole over to the Palmer farm to handle the tasks of the morning there.

By 8:45, everyone was back on the McDonald farm.  The women had done some 
prepackaging of meals and stored them in the refrigerator, so they had only 
fun and games to think about when all four couples congregated in the living 
room to eye each other with lustful speculation.

Dean, among the more enterprising, singled out Dot Lambert for his goal.  He 
was not sure whether his choice was due to Dot's blondeness --- a novel 
contrast to the dark brunette beauty of his wife --- or simply a mutual 
magnetism that created currents between them.  One thing Dean knew for 
certain was that he had the hots for Dot, and he hoped he could grab her off 
for the next round.  To put in his claim, he stayed near her and engaged her 
in conversation about the clinic, bringing her coffee when her cup was empty 
and letting her know with his eyes that he wanted her.

Dot recognized the intent of his heated attentions; it made her feel 
somewhat the way she had felt around Cole McDonald.  When a man hungers for 
a woman powerfully enough, she usually gets the impact of his vibrations 
before long.  Dorothy Lambert decided that she wanted to see how Dean's 
hungers compared with Cole's.

Other pairings began to take place subtly as the minutes passed, until there 
were four separate conversations taking place in the room.

"What are we waiting for?" Dean whispered to Dot abruptly.

"Pick a room," she replied, her blue eyes challenging his gaze.

They simply walked out of the living room, hand in hand, and went upstairs.  
The women had changed all the sheets and turned down the beds, and Dean 
ushered Dot into the fist doorway they reached.  He pulled the door shut, 
then followed her into the room.  She walked invitingly under her frock.  
Dean thought she moved like a Siamese cat in heat.

"Any clothing at all is a desecration to a body that can move like that!" he 
told her, his eyes burning with unbridled lust.  She smiled contentedly and 
unfastened the frock, letting it fall off as she walked to the bed.  She 
kicked it off her feet and stood at the edge of the bed, flaunting her proud 
tits by holding her shoulders high with her arms well behind her.

"There must be artists turning over in their graves because they missed the 
chance to paint you," he said.  He managed to get his clothes off without 
looking away from the warm glow of her exciting body.  Then he walked over 
to place his hands on her shoulders.

He leaned over and kissed her, tasting the nectar of her mouth as it opened 
to him.  They tongue-fenced hotly for a while, until Dean felt the touch of 
her nipple on his chest.  He dropped his lips to the spongy morsel, nibbled 
at it carefully, then gave it a few wet sucks.

Dot hummed and pushed her tit against his face, wanting him to nurse on it 
greedily.  He nuzzled into the mound, pressuring the inner ducts and 
stimulating her mammary nerves.  He sucked and milked it with his lips, 
receiving the thin juice of her love-milk.

She squealed with delight and turned to give him her other tit.  He nursed 
on it fiercely, drawing a little of its treasure out of the springy nipple, 
then abandoning it as he squatted down to inspect the golden fleece of her 
crotch.

He pushed his nose into the tight junction of her thighs and pubis, then 
inhaled.  He could detect only a faint scent, but it was enough to heighten 
his excitement.

"God, Dorothy!" he said into her bush.  "Sit down and open up for me, please 
... I need some of this for dessert." She sat on the bed and pulled up her 
feet, planting them far apart so that her cunt split beautifully to smile 
pinkly at him.

"Mmm-m-m-m!" he hummed as he moved his lips into the moist furrow.  Her 
scent was richer now, stimulating him enough so that his cock prodded the 
edge of the bed and a deep hunger grew inside him.

The soft corn-silk of her golden hair made him think of the succulence of 
sweet corn.  Her cream ran like melted butter in the tender flesh, and he 
lip-nibbled it and gathered exciting tastes of it with his tongue.

"Eat it, Dino ... eat it up, lover!" she moaned, moving her ass gently in 
rhythm to his mouthings, creaming constantly as her lust mounted.  She fell 
backward, to lie across the bed, legs up-drawn to give him access to her 
cunt.

Dean feasted shamelessly, enjoying her twat as if it were a ripe melon, the 
juices flying around his mouth as he sought out every nook and curve in her 
cunt.  He screwed his tongue into her hole.

"Fuck it, doll!" she cried.  Her ass lifted up to engulf the moist warmth of 
his tongue, and he gave her a number of little fucks before withdrawing it 
to attack her clit.

She whimpered as he fastened on the bud with his lips, moving it within its 
little garment of flesh, making it throb and tingle with the softness of his 
lips as he jacked it off for her.

"Oh, Dino ... suck it!" she moaned.  "Suck it ... suck it, suck it!"

He almost devoured the tiny fleshling with a series of strong sucks that 
brought her to her finish, her ass sliding around on the bed as she 
whimpered and gasped with the violence of the orgasm that tightened her into 
a frenzied knot.

He raised his head and gulped in air while she slowly rode out the 
shuddering climax.  She began to let her muscles relax.  Her nostrils 
dilated with the heaviness of her breathing, and she wet her lips 
frequently, to relieve the dryness caused by her prolonged panting.

Dean rolled her over and knelt astride her legs, then slipped his hands 
under her hips and pulled her to her knees.  Her upper torso was supported 
by her head and shoulders; she was too exhausted to raise up on her hands.  
The wet hairs of her cunt splayed out of her crotch and the swollen lips 
pouted from between her thighs, glistening with drops of her cream.  Dean 
slid the head of his cock into the upside-down furrow, rode it into the 
velvet funnel of her cunt, then plunged into the clasping wetness of her 
sheath.

"Oh-h-h!" she moaned, her ass lifting and tilting, to let him enter her 
deeply.  "You feel so good in there, Dean ...  Fuck me hard!  I'm boiling!"

He began to shaft her with long, firm fucks, his balls flying under her 
crotch with the force of his thrusts.  It was a snug tunnel; with her thighs 
close together, her entrance clamped his shaft tightly.  But in her depths, 
it was meat and gravy, his prong sliding along through her oily claspings 
with rapid strokes.

His hands moved around from place to place, busy all the time.  They 
caressed the sleek slopes of her hips, the taut roundness of her tits, and 
the hard contour of her tense belly.  Occasionally he gripped her thighs or 
hips and pulled her to him as he plunged into her with am extra-fierce 
stroke.

The long drives were scraping against the cloak of her clit, sliding his 
prick back and forth over the tender bud.  Dot's soft whimpers grew louder 
as the action built up the thrills inside her.  Cream oozed around their 
swollen connection, frothing with the air captured in her tunnel by Dean's 
driving prick.

"Oh, shit, but I'm hot!" she cried.  Her ass was pumping now, fucking back 
into Dean's groin and belly with eager thrusts.  He leaned over her further 
and got a good grip on her tits, milking the nipples between his fingers as 
his hands kneaded the soft firmness of her breasts.

It was a good addition to the chain of stimulation.  Dot had enjoyed the 
frictioning of her tits against the padding when she was hung over the 
trestle of the billy-girl machine.  She was in almost the same position now, 
and Dean was plowing her with the same kind of deep, searching thrusts that 
the goat had used.

Her passion swelled suddenly, as if the remembered plunging of the goaty 
prick and its powerful gushes of come had stirred her more than the present 
action.  But she was excitingly aware of the expert cockmanship that Dean 
was demonstrating.

He had modified his drives with a rotary movement, spiraling in the wrinkles 
of her sheath to massage every comer of her cunt.  Her moans and grunts 
recorded the increase of her passion, and it was rapid.  Dean knew it was 
almost over when her uterus crowded his movements at the end of his drives.

Dot squealed as her climax started; her cunt spasmed once and her body 
jerked taut, then she gasped and bucked as Dean pumped his load in hot 
spurts, squeezing the semen into her womb with the force of his final drive.

He kept his cock buried there until it stopped pulsing.  Dot was convulsing 
periodically.  He pulled out and sat back on his heels, his body glistening 
with sweat.  He watched the pearly blobs dribble from her trembling 
cuntlips, squeezed out by the spasms of her inner walls.

Her shuddering and jerking had stopped, and her moans had faded into 
gaspings and occasional deep sighs.  She was cooling down, easing into a 
relaxed appreciation of her sexual afterglow.  But she stayed in the 
kneeling position, as if any movement might spoil the fading pulsations that 
rippled like caresses inside her.

Dean changed to a sitting position, remaining close to her ass as he became 
fascinated with the way her asshole winked to the inner rhythm of her 
diminishing spasms.  Watching the dark pink wrinkles of her asshole 
puckering in and out, he felt an ecstatic surge of sensation in his cock.  
It was trying to erect again.

Impulsively, he leaned forward and put the tip of his tongue in the warm 
folds of her quivering asshole.  Dot squealed, partly from being startled 
and partly from the thrills caused by the contact.  He probed gently, 
tonguing within the spastic clasp of her winking asshole as it opened and 
closed.

"Oh, I'd die, Dean!" she cried.  "I need some rest.  But the very next time 
... or whenever you want ... my ass is yours!"

*     *     *


Cole and Phyllis had seen conversing about animals while they were in the 
living room.  They expanded the subject as they went to their upstairs 
bedroom, continuing it even as they undressed and crawled onto the bed.

Both of them were intrigued by the novelty of animal-fucking, and Phyllis 
had told Cole about her session with the Great Dane.  He countered with his 
experience in the milking shed.  They were highly stimulated by their 
frankly descriptive stories and they felt that the shared lusting for beast 
partners gave them a stronger alliance for enjoying each other sexually.

But their preoccupation with animal talk had not prevented them from taking 
notice of each other as they undressed.  Phyllis had eyed the 
capable-appearing cock that swung against Cole's thighs as he moved, and the 
sizable package of his hairy scrotum with its knobby protrusions of his 
testicles.

And Cole had wet his lips at the sight of Phyllis undressed.  Her tits 
literally begged to be sucked, and the glossy sheen of her black cunt hairs 
made him want to nuzzle into her crotch and smell her funky femaleness.  His 
tongue and his cock hungered to taste her warm juices, and he began to show 
his eagerness as they flopped on the bed; his prick was swelling and 
hardening with lust.

"And did you really feel a ... a completeness with the goat?" Phyllis asked 
in reference to his story.

"I can honestly say that ... as far as a hot, juicy fuck is concerned, it 
was satisfying.  I did wish I could have sucked one of her tits at the same 
time.  It might have added to the kicks."

"I'm afraid I can't be definite about the dog," she said.  "I mean ... I was 
so caught up in the novelty of it, I can't be sure how much was mental and 
how much physical.  I think it takes at least a second test to know very 
much about it."

"Do you think you're ready to try the goat?" he asked.

"Oh, yes!  I wouldn't miss the opportunity for the world!"

"I'll try to give you priority," he said.  "After Grace gets her chance, 
that is; it was her idea and she hasn't tried him out yet-lost her chance to 
Dot, as you observed." He chuckled a bit.  "Randy might be a little 
difficult at first, too.  The girls left him in that damn harness for 
several hours before they remembered and told me.  The old stud was ready to 
tear down the place by the time I went out and released him."

"That looks like an ingenious hookup you have, though," she told him.  "At 
least it protects a gal's back from those hooves.  Even that dog's nails can 
scratch when he gets excited!  Do you know what his owner told me she used 
to do?  She bought some of those mitts they have for golf clubs, and put 
them on his paws when she was ready to have him mount her."  Phyllis 
giggled.  "But the dog doesn't like them, so he hides them at every 
opportunity; she can't find them half the time these days!"

Cole had been caressing her thighs, and the feel of her satin shin was 
arousing him, especially when his fingertips brushed the curls of her black 
bush.

"Well, I can find what I want!" he told her.  "Let me in between those 
lovely legs, Phyl ... I need to nuzzle into that soft nest of yours!"  He 
crawled toward the foot of the bed as she parted her thighs to him.

He eyed the black forest and its wet, red furrow, then put his head into the 
cradle of her thighs.  Warm vapor drifted up into his nostrils, and he 
breathed in the deliciously exciting cunt scent.  His lips pressed into the 
gash with an avid kiss, and his tongue lashed along the furrow, seeking her 
honey.

"Oh, Phyl!" he groaned into her cunt.  "You smell and taste so damn good!  
Give me your honey, Phyl!  I want to eat you off ... cream for me, baby!  
Cream rivers for me!"

He licked around the fleshy bowl of her twat, sucked at her 
passion-thickened edges of her outer lips, then probed her hole with his 
tongue, thirsting for more juice than she seemed to have ready for him.  He 
sucked at her hole greedily, and she whimpered.

"Oh, Mac!  Give me your cock!" she pleaded.  "Make it a two-way and I'll 
cream faster ... honest!"

The promise of honey spurred him into action.  He realigned himself in bed, 
lying on his back with his head near her crotch.  He pulled her over onto 
him, and she spread her thighs as she let her cunt down over his mouth.  His 
nose rested in the musky warmth of her ass, and his lips closed over the 
splayed flesh of her wide-open snatch.

"Your balls have such a warm, funky smell!" she cried as she nosed around 
his crotch.  Her tongue licked at the hairy bag and trailed upward along the 
shaft of his rigid cock.  She mouthed the hard shaft wetly, tasting its 
man-flavor with a lustful greed.  When she had exhausted the flavor of his 
crotch steam, she gave a wild little cry.

"Keep us together, Mac!" she moaned, her ass moving slowly in the air as her 
cream began to flow into his mouth from the excited depths of her cunt.  
"Fuck my lips any way you want, but when I start to come, give me your 
load!"

She slid the head of his prick into the moist donut of her lips, and he 
groaned into the creamy flesh he was licking and sucking.  She had spoken 
truly; the moment she began to smell and taste his crotch, she had started 
to flow her juice for him!

He took his time with her, using his tongue and lips to caress every fold 
and ridge and valley in her steamy vulva, gathering her honey as it 
appeared, and reveling in the delightful femaleness of her scent and taste.

Phyllis paced herself accordingly; while Cole stayed away from her clit and 
the touchy vestibule of her tunnel, she avoided teasing the sensitive 
coronal ridge of his cock, contenting herself with a licking and sucking of 
the outer shaft, with an occasional lick or suck at his balls.

They warmed up gradually, but potently, building their steam with the fires 
of the smaller thrills, saving the more explosive sensations for later.  
Cole reaped the greater reward, for Phyllis was lubricating magnificently, 
and her slight body movement worked the juice out for him.

But they reached that point in their respective hungers where each needed 
more of the other's flesh and each needed more treatment by the other.  Cole 
plunged his tongue into her cunt, violating her hole and twitting the juicy 
walls of her entrance.

Phyllis moaned and sucked his knob into her lips, licking at the swollen tip 
avidly.  Cole groaned and seized her clit in his lips, twitting its tender 
tip rapidly with his tongue.  She shivered and traced a circle around his 
coronal ridge with her tongue.

Cole groaned again and drew her clit into his lips with quick little sucks 
that milked it rapidly.  Her ass wiggled and she gave his cock a series of 
suckings that brought him to a dangerous level.  He had to rush her along or 
he would come ahead of her.

He alternated his attack, sucking first at her clit, then at her creaming 
hole.  He speeded it up, until she was frantic from the rippling of thrills 
through her belly and womb.  Her greedy sucking grew stronger, and she 
milked at the hard flesh with her lips, bobbing her head rapidly in a race 
with time.

She uttered a choked cry around the mouthful of flesh as her orgasmic 
shudderings began.  Cole, feeling the tension build in the muscles of her 
thighs, seized her ass with his hands and pulled her tightly to him.

He sucked hard at her vaginal entrance, gleaning the last of her honey, at 
the same time fucking up into her mouth with rapid, short strokes, his cock 
gliding in the soft ring of her lips.  He felt her suction increase as his 
first blob of come burst out of him, and then he was gushing fiercely into 
her throat as she spasmed and fucked her splayed cunt against his face.

They fell apart, gasping for air and reveling in the tastes of sex that 
lingered hotly in their mouths.  Phyllis rolled off, to lie beside him, and 
Cole stretched out a hand, cupping it over her pubic bone so be could feel 
the fluttering of her body as it responded to her inner convulsions.  They 
were silent for almost fifteen minutes before Cole spoke about something 
that had been forming in his mind.

"I've been thinking, Phyl.  If I sat on that straight chair over there, and 
you sat in my lap, facing me, I'll bet I could get my cock all the way 
inside you and suck your tits at the same time."

"You mean you're hard again already?" she asked.

"Not quite hard enough," he admitted.  "But the fun of getting organized and 
positioned will help, to say nothing of what will happen when your juicy 
cunt kisses the head of my prick.  I'm just about out of my mind with 
wanting to get into you further than my tongue can reach!"

"Let's try it!" she agreed excitedly.  She was still feeling the gentle 
graspings of her climax, but the idea had taken hold of her imagination, and 
she was hot to be fucked and sucked at the same time.

They got into position, with Cole's cock wedged in the wet gash of her twat, 
half erect and pulsing with willingness.  She wiggled her ass, making her 
vulva caress the drooping head.  It swelled up to fill the funnel of her 
entrance, and they managed to get it into her vestibule.

A few careful thrusts drove it all the way into her cunt, and she leaned 
backward, her hands on his shoulders, her tits jutting out ripely at him.  
Her ass moved rotatingly on his lap as her lust returned in full force.

"Suck me, Mac!" she moaned.  "Suck my tits now ... and let me fuck you off 
while you're sucking."

He leaned forward and took a nipple in his lips, working the generous udder 
of her breast with his fingers as he began to suck and nibble on the spongy 
morsel.  His other hand toyed with her other nipple and breast, warming it 
up for his mouth.

"Yes!  Oh God, yes!" Phyllis cried, her ass rolling around and lifting and 
fading as she made her cunt gulp and clasp at the hard fullness of his 
swollen cock.

He drew an amazing wealth of love-milk from her tit, then began his feverish 
suckings and nibblings on its mate.  Phyllis was fucking him off at a 
frenzied rate.  Both of them seemed to soar to the heights much faster than 
ever before, as if the pattern of their coupling had fertilized their lusts.

"Oh, Mac!  Suck it, Daddy!" Phyllis cried, impaling herself brutally on the 
stubborn hardness of his turgid prick and rolling her ass to massage the 
boiling bag of his bans.

He got the love-milk from her tit just as her climax hit her.  She wailed 
loudly and gripped his thighs with hers, grinding her cunt mercilessly 
around his cock as she shuddered and jerked on his lap.

He spurted up into her mightily, wondering where he was getting so much come 
as he flooded her cunt with it.  She gurgled contentedly as the hot fluid 
spread inside her, then she lost her tenseness and leaned forward, her head 
resting on his shoulder.

When she could talk without panting, she spoke in low tones, her lips close 
to his ear.

"At least you got to suck while you fucked," she said.  "Even if my milk 
isn't as rich as Rachel's."

"It was delicious," he told her.  "And was it fun to be sucked and fucked 
together?"

"It was heaven!  I'm afraid neither dog nor goat can do that much for me."

"They all have their uses," he philosophized.  "But I have to admit that 
none of them could be as sweetly useful as you.  I wonder if I could get 
another hard-on ... maybe if we sit still and let it ..."

Chapter Eight

George Lambert and Barbara Gates had sexed it up on a number of occasions.  
They discovered that they had two things in common.  Both had progressed 
rapidly in the acquisition of sexual knowledge and experience, through 
various swapping partners and a general pursuit of the subject.  And each 
was fairly advanced in the practice of Yoga, a discipline which could be 
used to heighten sexual enjoyment if desired.

They sat on the carpeted floor of the bedroom, facing each other in the 
lotus position, like a pair of Buddhas.  At the moment, neither was 
concerned with the exact form that their sex play would take.  They only 
knew that it would be interesting as well as fun-something neither would 
attempt with the average swapper, but certain to be enjoyable between 
themselves.

Their knees almost touched, so closely were they sitting, and they enjoyed 
the idea of studying each other without physical contact for a long time.  
They could thrill to some strange accomplishments.

"How's your ejaculation control, George?" Barbara asked.

"Better, Bobbi ... but I still can't always shut it off after one shot.  
How's your automatic juicer?"

"Some progress there ... I've managed to cut down the concentration time by 
using sexual objects to fill my thoughts."

"How about a demonstration?" he asked.

"Tell you what: You go through your paces first.  Then I'll use your come 
for my thought reference."

"Okay."  George went into a deep concentration.  After a few minutes his 
limber cock began to swell and stiffen where it lay on the cushion of his 
balls.  Barbara watched as it rose over his crossed legs.

"Beautiful erection!" she whispered, not wanting to break his train of 
thought.  His brow was furrowed tightly, and his eyes were focused on his 
cock.  After a few more minutes the fat head swelled still more, pulsed 
once, then emitted a spurt of semen that hit Barbara just above the navel.  
There was another pulse, and a short, dribbling spurt hit the carpet between 
them and left a thin string of white fluid on George's calves.

"Wonderful!" Barbara said.  "Now I'll try my thing."

She concentrated on the blob of semen that clung to her belly.  She could 
smell its potent male fragrance, and she enlarged upon the sensation by 
imagining that she could taste it, feel its slimy texture on her tongue.

George watched the patted lips of her cunt; they swelled up slowly, 
thickening with engorged blood and pouting out from their nest of rich brown 
hair.  Minutes passed, and then George saw the first drops of moisture 
appear at the lower edges of the lips.

More drops gathered, ran together, formed a tiny trickle, then began to run 
down into the crack of her ass.  George groaned at the waste of her honey, 
licking his lips thirstily and using his will power to keep from attacking 
the source with his mouth.

The lips of her cunt seemed to tighten, to press together, and more.  Squid 
escaped from them.  George waited, wondering if she had lost her control and 
would have to give up without breaking her record.  She had soaked a 
washcloth completely during their last experiments!

After what seemed like an eternity, Barbara broke her concentration and 
looked up at George.  There was am enigmatic smile on her face.

"You scolded me the last time," she remanded him.  "Said I'd wasted good 
honey you wanted.  Well, come and get it!" She unlocked her legs, grabbed 
her ankles, then leaned back on the carpet.

George thrilled with anticipation as he repositioned himself, mouth poised 
over her fragrantly heated cunt.

"You mastered the closure!" he said.  "You little imp!"  As he put his lips 
to her slit, it parted for him.  Juice was gathered in abundance there; a 
pool was formed in her gash, and he sucked it up with a hoarse cry of 
gladness, tasting her womanly sex musk in the translucent fluid.

He sucked it all up, then put his lips over her hole and gave a final suck 
that won him another swallow.  He raised his head and grinned happily down 
at her face.  She had a sexually excited expression on her mouth and her 
eyes burned up at him hotly.

"Now feed me, George," she said.  Her finger reached down and captured the 
wet semen pearl on her belly, then she brought it to her lips.  She sucked 
it into her mouth and savored it on her tongue

George squatted by her head, and she turned to take his cock in her mouth.  
It lay on her tongue and lower lip; she kept her mouth open and waited.  He 
concentrated.  After almost two minutes, the head bounced on her tongue as 
it pulsed strongly.  A spurt of his come shot into her throat.

"More!" she begged as she swallowed it.  Beads of perspiration formed on his 
brow, and soon another blob gushed out in her mouth.  She swallowed it and 
put her lips to the pearl that remained on the tip of his cock, sucking his 
passage dry.

"Beautiful!" she told him.  "Now let's rest for a while and let our systems 
normalize.  I'd like to do some old-fashioned fucking!"

They got onto the bed and lay quietly for a while, careful not to touch each 
other at any point.  In less than ten minutes, they were able to feel as 
refreshed as if they had not spent themselves.

George embraced her, and her arms encircled his neck.  Their mouths met and 
they exchanged flavors, tonguing and sucking joyfully for several minutes.  
Their bodies gradually wound together until George's rigid prick slid into 
the wet furrow of Barbara's cunt.

He worked his ass around for a few seconds, centering himself in her hungry 
twat, then found her hole and shoved into her.  She squealed her delight as 
he filled her sheath, barreling into her until his balls slapped her ass.

"Ooh-h-h!  That's a nice fuck stick you have, mister!" she said.  Her ass 
was humping as she thrust up to meet his drives, and he felt the wonderfully 
slick heat of her tunnel engulfing him to the limit as he delivered a series 
of hard, long fucks, then ground his pubic mat into hers.

"I wish I had two cocks," he told her.  "I would dearly love to screw you in 
the ass right now, but I can't bring myself to leave the juicy warmth of 
your cunt."

"Save some of your come, lover," she pleaded.  "All three of my holes are 
hungry today!"

Her movements became more desperate as she threw her ass up from the bed; 
her cunt clasped him in wet gulpings as he thrust into her, and both of them 
were moaning and grunting as they neared the end of the road.  Barbara's 
breath hissed through her clenched teeth as she began to reach her climax.

"Oh, George!  Brownie me ... quick!" she cried.

He slid a finger around in her crotch, dipping up some of the excess juice, 
then slid it into the hot little blossom of her asshole.  She squealed, 
opened it up for him, and hissed excitedly as he thrust it into her all the 
way.

She cried out as her orgasm seized her completely.  George burst into her 
with several shots, giving her the added sensation of absorbing his hot come 
while she climaxed.  Then he shut off the flow, wincing at the ecstatic 
pressure it caused in his groin.

They remained locked together until Barbara patted him on the back, 
signaling that she was willing to carry on with the fun.  He pulled out of 
her, and she rolled over and got up.

They started again.  This time she bent over the edge of the bed, feet on 
the 'door, thrusting up her ass to him.  He laid the slippery head of his 
cock in the twitching wrinkles of her asshole, then pressed inward.

"Ooh-h-h!" she wailed, pretending fear.  "There's that hard old fuck stick 
again!"  But her asshole seemed to blossom out into a moist funnel; his 
prick melted into it like a hot poker into butter.

"Delicious!" she moaned as he thrust into her all the way.  "Fuck me easy, 
George, but be ready to do your thing ... I'm close already!"

He screwed into her ass, feeling the excited tightenings of her rectum as 
she began to evidence spasms of another orgasm.  He fucked rapidly, reaching 
under her to shove two fingers up her cunt and work at her clit with his 
thumb.

"George!" she moaned.  "Oh, George ... shoot it, baby!"

As her body started to shake, he let loose his last barrage.  Semen squirted 
into her bowel in hot jets and she whimpered joyfully as the biggest quake 
shuddered over her.

Again they remained coupled until her spasms subsided.  When they separated, 
Barbara slid to the floor and lay on her side.  In a second, George joined 
her, and they faced each other with satisfied grins.

"Want to try anything new?" she asked him.

"Can't think of anything at the moment," he replied.  "How about you?"

"I was wondering what it would feel like to have you piss in my cunt.  Want 
to try it?"

"Hell, I'm game for anything if you are, Bobbi.  Let's go to the bathroom; 
this one we'd better try in the tub!"

*     *     *


Grace McDonald was looking forward to her first session with Randy the goat, 
but she still had one mental reservation about it; though she had seen Dot 
do it, she was not sure whether she could accommodate the diameter of the 
stud's thick-based prick.

But when she got her first look at Harlan Gates without his clothes, she 
stopped worrying about Randy.  If she could accept Harlan's cock, she need 
not fear the goat!

When he asked her to sit in a chair with her feet pulled up against her 
buttocks, Grace sat in the big occasional chair in the comer of the master 
bedroom and drew up her feet until her heels were touching her ass.

"Now, I'd like you to play with your pussy," Harlan told her.  "Tease it 
good ... work it up into a real froth for me while I watch."

She stared at him as if he had escaped from an institution.  Then she 
realized that the most normal people could have all kinds of weird hangups.  
If that was what it took to make Harlan's cock get stiff, then she'd try to 
oblige him although the size of his monstrous prick when soft made her 
wonder whether she'd regret doing anything to harden it!

But her fingers stole into her snatch and began to caress the coral lips, 
tease the mouth of her tunnel, and toy with her clitoris.  It took a while 
for her to feel anything but am extreme sensitivity.

She was not averse to masturbating; she did it often, or at least as often 
as she needed release when Cole was too busy or tired to take care of her.  
But with Harlan watching her, she felt rather foolish; end it was difficult 
to feel foolish and sexy at the same time.

But as she continued to play with herself, she felt the first damp traces of 
her cream slide over her flesh, and she started to feel fiery tingles 
traveling around her cunt and belly.  As the thrills mounted, her ass 
refused to remain still.  It rolled and bumped frantically as her fingers 
flew in the gathering wetness.

Harlan's cock began to stiffen as he watched, and the sight of his 
erection-like a python coming to life excited Grace even more.  She stirred 
her fingers in the stew of her heated cunt and whimpered softly to herself 
as her passion increased.

She saw Harlan grasp his prong in a firm fist and pump the thick shaft, 
making the head swell and pulse.  At first, she thought this was going to 
end up as a childish game you show me how you do yours, and I'll show you 
how I do mine.

But Harlan gave his prick a few whacks, then stood up and went to the bed.  
He sat down and motioned to her.

"Let's see if that oily quim will slide onto this, now."  His hands patted 
the tops of his thighs, indicating his lap as the spot that she was to sit 
on.  He helped her get seated, facing him, her legs wrapped around him; his 
hand guided the huge glans into her twat and settled it in the petals of 
flesh around her hole.

"Work onto it, Grace," he told her.  "Slide that slick cunny right over it 
and swallow it up inside you."

She was glad he had let her work up a slippery lather; even with all the 
lubrication, she felt the hugeness of him as he expanded her tunnel 
alarmingly.  The fullness reached further and further inside her, until he 
had no more meat to stuff in her cunt.

"My God!" she said in a careful voice.  "If you hadn't run out of cock when 
you did, my mouth would be too full to talk!"

"It's not as big as you think it is," he assured her.  "Let it soak in there 
for a minute until you get used to it."

He leaned over and sucked on one of her nipples, and she began to get back 
some of the excited thrills that had been frightened out of her by the 
monster cock.

He knew how to treat a tit, and by the time he had worked over both of them, 
she was humming happily with the return of her passion.  When he started 
fucking her slowly, she was surprised to find that there was no real 
discomfort; her cunt had adapted in no time at all.  The thick prick slid 
smoothly within her sheath, massaging every nerve, including some she had 
not known she had.  Harlan's fingers had slithered around behind her and 
were teasing the crack of her ass.  New tingles raced up her spine and 
spread out to join the others rippling through her belly.

She felt herself creaming heavily, as if the big cock had rubbed the glands 
of her tunnel, milking them of their secretions.  The splat of Harlan's 
balls against her crotch sounded more wet than at the beginning.  And she 
was unconsciously pumping her ass to meet his thrusts; now her cunt was more 
than eager to receive the oversize prick!

Her asshole winked steadily as tiny spasms trembled inside her, and at each 
wink, Harlan gently probed into the soft wrinkles with his finger.

He pulled her to him with his free hand and kissed her; she accepted the 
thrust of his tongue, sucking on it hungrily in symbolic need for the 
continued thrust of his giant prick.  Her tongue lanced out frantically, 
wanting the sucks he could give it, eager to be the object of his desire.

His strokes speeded up and became shorter; each tight fuck was a delirious 
broadcast of thrills as her tunnel came alive to the forceful caress of his 
moving cock.

"Harlan!" she cried.  "Oh Jesus!  I'm falling apart inside!" And, as she 
began to quiver and jerk, he knew she was coming off like a cow elephant.

He plunged into her as far as he could go, then held her there while he 
rammed his finger up her ass.  She squealed at the double stuffing, then she 
felt his hot gushes shoot into her cunt with alarming power.

Grace literally danced on the pole of his cock, her ass making wild leaps on 
his lap.  Her cunt seized his prick in tight clutches, milking him of his 
sperm, as both of them grunted and gasped with the voluptuous release.

"I'm afraid to let you take it out of me," she told him when she caught her 
breath.

"You think there might be blood?;' he teased.

"No, but it's like tight shoes, or when you have a swollen foot.  You're 
afraid to take it off, because you might not be able to get it back on."

"You mean you'd like to have some more?  You're over your fear of the 
monster?"

"I guess that's what I mean.  Still ..."

"Yes.  What were you going to say?  Second thoughts?"

"In a way.  I was wondering what it would be like to have a mouthful of that 
goodie."

"Give me a few minutes, and I'll be happy to help you find out."

Grace slowly climbed off him, hearing and feeling the suction of their 
separation.  When she looked down at the limber cylinder of his prick, 
smeared with the fluids of their joy, she wet her lips and swallowed hard.

Lying on the bed, while waiting for Harlan to give her the word, Grace grew 
more eager by the minute.  The challenge of successfully sucking off a cock 
of that size was thrillingly intriguing, and her cunt seemed to itch at the 
thought of it.

When he was ready for action, Harlan got into the sixty-nine position, 
kneeling astride her with his face over her cunt.  The massive meat of his 
dong hung down to touch her lips, and she took the smeary glans eagerly, 
sucking it into her mouth.

As she tasted the funky pollen of his semen mixed with the flavor of her 
cunt, she felt his tongue probe into her gash and begin to lick at her 
swollen flesh.

He found her clit and lashed at it rapidly with his tongue; she moaned 
around the giant glans, then gave it a tight suck that caused him to groan 
into her cunt.

Grace felt lustful hungers rise up in her --- hungers she had not known she 
possessed.  She was avidly sucking the meaty prize, praying that it would 
erupt and fill her mouth with a river of hot come.

Harlan got her clit in his lips, and he began a steady series of sucks that 
made her jerk and grind in a frenzy.  Her whole being seemed to melt into a 
puddle, and Harlan was drinking it up.  Then she felt the charge of his 
first gush.

It poured into her mouth in torrents, and she was swallowing frantically to 
keep from drowning.  But when the power of his jets diminished, she began to 
suck on the hot tip of his prick with a violent thirst, draining him and 
making him pull away with a loud groan.

Again they lay there, resting quietly, letting their bodies relax.  Grace 
was absorbing her discovery of her hidden lusts.

And, as she related it to her coming ordeal with Randy --- a thought 
uppermost in her mind since seeing Dot with the goat --- she knew she could 
even get hot enough to suck off that big stud!  She wondered what Dot would 
say to that ...

Chapter Nine

Grace had taken a short nap, and she felt fully refreshed after she bathed.  
But Harlan Gates was still sleeping, as were most of the others in the 
house, she knew.  During the hottest part of the day it was easy to lie 
around and rest, especially after a night and morning of wild sex revelry.

But Grace felt as if her glands were working overtime.  Her pulse was fast, 
and all the juices of her body seemed to be flowing excitedly.  She started 
walking aimlessly around the barnyard, trying to work off some of her 
nervous energy.  She felt strange, because the farm seemed so still for the 
middle of the day.

Her steps took her in the direction of the machine shed, and when she opened 
the door and looked at the vacant billy-girl machine, her breath came faster 
and she felt the cream oozing from her cunt.  She walked up to the padded 
trestle and looked at the dried semen that had begun to flake on the surface 
of the padding.

Her hand reached out and rubbed at the whitish deposit, and a shiver rippled 
through her spine.  Her twat began to itch, and she held her hand between 
her legs, pressing and rubbing herself.  The faint odor of the billy goat's 
musk was in the air, and her nostrils dilated quiveringly as she smelled it.

She forced herself to leave the machine shed, continuing her walk at a 
leisurely pace while her pulse pounded and the gnawing itch in her crotch 
steadily increased.

The warm breeze swirled up inside her frock --- the only garment she wore 
--- and caressed her legs, rippling the hairs of her cunt until she was 
ready to scream for relief.

Subconsciously, she had known all along that she would end up at the stud's 
pen.  When she finally stood at the rails, gripping the top one tightly 
until her knuckles were white, the goat's odor was overpowering to her 
senses.

Her legs trembled, and if she had let go of her grip on the rail, she would 
have slumped to the ground.  She could hear him at the far side of the pen, 
rubbing himself against a post, and as she visualized him standing there, 
his virile goat prick stiff and ready to serve her, she knew she could not 
wait any longer.

The decision was made, and her strength seemed to flow back into her.  She 
stood up resolutely, took the lead strap from its place on the gate, then 
entered the pen.

"Come here, Randy," she said firmly, walking around the corner of his shed 
to where he stood.  He snorted softly as she snapped the lead to his halter. 
  She held the lead in one hand, gripped the big halter ring with the other, 
then led him out of the pen.  They moved across the barnyard with a strange 
urgency, heading for the machine shed.

If Grace had not been so intent on her purpose, she might have felt surprise 
at the buck's willingness to go with her after she had left him standing in 
the machine harness for so long on the previous day.  But she was totally 
oblivious to anything but her frantic lust.

She got the goat inside the machine shed and harnessed him in place.  It was 
only as she stepped up to the trestle-shaped table that she realized she 
needed help.  Once she was in position, hung over the inverted vee of the 
device, she could not reach up to swing the safety shield into position!

She became filled with a frantic desperation as she saw that she could not 
accomplish the act she wanted.  She ran to the door of the shed and looked 
outside, as if she might expect Dot or someone else to appear.

But the barnyard was sell silent and deserted.  She clung to the door frame, 
wondering what to do.  She was almost ready to go to the house and find 
someone, when she heard sounds in the milking barn.  She went toward the 
noise, sure that there would be someone there to help her the goats could 
not get in the milking barn unless the doors to the pasture were open.

She walked swiftly for a few steps, and then she began to run.

*     *     *


Dean Palmer had been exhausted temporarily by the wild fuck he had had with 
Dot Lambert.  But he had grown horny again.  Her rosy asshole intrigued him. 
  When she had declared her need to rest, at a moment exciting enough to 
give him a second hard-on, he was disappointed.

He tried to lie in bed next to Dot and get some rest, but he was keyed up to 
a fever pitch, mentally, and his cock was itching for more action.  He kept 
thinking about the way Dot had looked on that goat-fucking machine, her 
choice ass tilted skyward and hot goat come dripping out of her cunt to 
trickle down her fine legs.

It had been an exciting scene, especially while the big buck was shoving the 
meat to her.  It gave him the hots even now, thinking back on it.  
Visualizing the position Dot had been in while the goat screwed her, he 
could not blame her for needing a rest now especially since he knew that she 
had been well exercised by Cole that night, and that she had been sucked and 
fucked to orgasm twice since breakfast!

He got more lusty than ever, just lying there thinking about all the great 
sex fun of the last twenty-four hours.  He got up and slipped into his 
slacks and shoes, then left the room quietly while Dot was sound asleep.

The rest of the house was silent, and he went outside, thinking that a walk 
around the place might settle his nerves enough so he could go back and rest 
until Dot woke up.  He'd sure like to ram his cock up her sweet blonde ass 
before the group changed partners!

He went out the back door.  The McDonald collie was flaked out on the porch; 
he looked up, recognized Dean, wagged his tail lazily, then put his head 
back down on the flooring.

"Hi, McDog!  This heat got you?" Dean asked him.  The dog's tail gave 
another weak wag.  Dean went out into the barnyard, smiling at the way McDog 
and his own collie shared a common love of shady siestas on hot days.  McDog 
and Laddie were from the same litter.

He wandered around, finally entering the milking barn, where the air was 
several degrees cooler.  Through the open top half of one of the rear doors 
leading onto the pasture, he saw several of the milk goats grazing.  His 
cock throbbed, its own memory just a split second ahead of his in recalling 
what he had heard from Cole and George about the thrills of Rachel's wet 
cunt.

He moved swiftly to the door and looked out, wondering which of the many 
animals in the pasture was Rachel.  He went into the pasture and moved 
slowly among them, eyeing each one closely.  Cole had said Rachel was a 
Nubian, so he could ignore all of the Alpines and Saanen that he saw.

The fourth Nubian he examined had a wet, oozing twat.  He took her collar 
between his fingers and turned it until he saw her name, then he led her 
into the milking barn.  His prick was itching and pulsating as he coaxed the 
animal onto a milking platform and closed the stanchion on her neck.

He removed his slacks and draped them over the adjacent stanchion, then 
approached the goat with a twitching cock.  He was panting as he put out a 
finger and touched the wetness of her oozing snatch.  Her tail waggled and 
she bleated in a low, urgent tone.

"Ha!" he grunted.  "You seem to like that, Rachel."  He gave her flanks a 
few pats and caresses to assure her that he was more than friendly.  "Your 
little goat cunt's getting plenty of action lately, the way I heard it."  He 
stepped onto the ramp and grabbed his cock in his hand.  "Easy, Rachel," he 
breathed as he laid the throbbing head against the heated moistness of her 
twat.

The goat bleated again and shifted her stance, braced for what she had 
learned to expect from her previous two experiences with men who had touched 
her cunt.  Dean pushed at the slimy opening carefully, felt her slippery 
petals open to him, then learned into her more heavily.  His cock popped 
inside the vestibule of her tunnel and slid into her sheath for half its 
length.

"Jesus, Rachel!" he groaned.  "They weren't kidding!  What a snug, slick 
twat!"

He began to thrust into her, feeling the heated claspings of her inner 
response as she cooperated wholeheartedly.  His hands gripped her bony hips 
and his ass humped steadily, driving his prick all the way into her with 
lustful fucks.

Her soft bleating and the responsive claspings on his cock told him that 
this was no one-way party.  The goat was ready enjoying it; she would 
probably get her eggs off like a woman if he could hold out long enough.

Rachel's cunt was ready alive as he got into full swing with his long, deep 
thrusts.  It gurgled and undulated and squeezed his cock in gentle, pulling 
movements that threatened to milk him off before he could reach cruising 
speed.

"Easy, girl," he said.  "We want this to last awhile."  He almost fen off 
the ramp when Grace's voice came from somewhere close behind him and to his 
left.

"Not too long, Dean ... oh, pray God, not too damn long!"  She moved around 
into view at his left.  Having announced her presence, because she was too 
distraught to keep quiet, she saw no reason to remain hidden.  "I'm sorry, 
Dean ... go ahead and finish.  But I need your help when you're through 
here."

"Holy cow!" was all he could say on the spur of the moment.  He felt a 
slight sense of embarrassment --- more at being surprised than because of 
what he was doing --- but after having seen Grace and Dot with the stud 
goat, he could not truly feel guilty.

He did experience a slight setback in his progress, due to the shock of 
being startled, but he considered that an asset; now he had a better chance 
of bringing off the goat before he came himself.  It ought to be worth 
experiencing; her cunt was active enough now, and with her orgasm --- if she 
had one, or even could have one --- his cock should really have a ball in 
there!

He had not ceased fucking into her when Grace startled him, but his strokes 
had slowed slightly.  Now he renewed his enthusiasm; a soft, nibbling 
sensation started, biting gently at the end of his prick at each inward 
stroke.  He groaned as the fluttering caress speeded up his rate of 
progress, and he fought to maintain control.

His driving cock was pulling oily froth out of the clasping cunt, and his 
prick felt as if it were being braised in butter, so high was the vaginal 
temperature into which he was thrusting.  His halls were wet with the goat's 
flowing juice, and her bleating was constant now as her flanks shuddered 
with her oncoming climax.

"God, Rachel ... come on, baby!" he groaned.  And, as he began to despair of 
lasting long enough, Rachel bleated loudly; her cunt grabbed him tightly at 
the moment that he was buried in her the deepest.  He felt the fluttering 
nibble again as her uterus opening sought the meal of semen that was not 
there.

He delivered it.  With groans and gasps, Dean shot gushes of come into the 
milking, clasping cunt.  Rachel literally pulled the last drop out of him; 
he withdrew from her suckingly, sperm flying and oozing from her swollen 
cunt as he stepped down from the ramp.

"Oh God!" Grace said, staring at the inspiring sight of Dean's smeary, 
dripping cock.  Her hand was in her cunt, fingers working furiously; the 
skirt of her frock hung high on her forearm as she tried to bring herself 
off to relieve the pressure of her lust.  "I can't stand it ... help me, 
Dean!"

She sat down weakly on the platform of the adjacent milking station, one 
foot drawn up to her ass, her fingers dipping into her soupy cunt rapidly as 
she gasped and moaned frantically.

Dean was too spent to fuck her, but he was more than sympathetic to her 
plight.  He approached her, intending to get on his knees and bring her off 
by sucking her cunt.  But she slid off the platform to the floor as he 
neared her.

Her head was toward him as she reached up and grabbed him by the legs, 
pulling him to his knees by her head.  Her arms went around his hips.

"Eat me off, Dean!" she pleaded.  "Finish me ... please!"  He caught the 
urgency in her voice and wasted no time in repositioning himself.  He 
learned over and nuzzled into her slippery twat, his lips sucking at the 
copious gathering of her juice, and his tongue lashing out to trigger her 
clit.

Grace pulled at him until he rolled his weight sideways and knelt astride 
her; she seized his limber, shaky cock in her lips and began to suck at it.  
The sweet musk of her fountain had renewed his excitement as he licked and 
sucked in the tender flesh of her cunt; although he was extremely sensitive 
>from his powerful ejaculation, he felt his own juices moving within him as 
Grace's lips made their demands.

He suffered the ecstatic misery of her avid sucks, groaning into her soupy 
twat as he feasted, until he felt his cock harden and throb in her mouth.  
He licked and nibbled at her clit fiercely, then began milking the stiff 
little bud with his lips, giving it hard sucks frequently.

Grace's ass was grinding on the concrete; shudders started to shake her body 
as it tensed for her climax.  Dean plunged his tongue into her oily hole and 
fucked it furiously, then he sucked at the hot source of her cream.

He felt her sucking just as hard on his brutalized cock, and as her ass rose 
>from the floor, pushing her cunt snugly into his face, he burst loose a 
volley of shots, gushing his come into her mouth and throat.

Grace would have sucked on him until her orgasm was completed, but Dean 
howled and rolled away from her, then stood up to lean against the stanchion 
where his slacks were hung.

He recovered partially while Grace was letting her convulsions abate.  He 
got into his slacks and waited for her to finish.  She finally struggled to 
her feet and stood there, eyes hollow with her extreme lust, then stared at 
him for a moment.

"Are you all right, now?" he asked.

"Yes ... but I still need you," she said in a taut voice.

Dean's cock felt as if it would shrink up into his belly to hide.  He was 
absolutely spent; there was no way he could let her suck or even kiss his 
cock until it had rested for at least an hour.  It would take even longer 
for it to reach the point where he could fuck anyone or anything with it.

She must have seen the panic in his eyes and guessed that he was almost 
ready to run from her.  She gripped his arm and held him as she spoke.

"I need you to help me with the stud," she said.  "I've got him in the 
machine shed, all ready to go, but someone has to swing the safety shield 
over me after I get into positions

The lack of comprehension was still on his face, he knew; it seemed almost 
impossible that she could still be all that impatient to fuck after the 
violence of her orgasm on the floor here.  But he recalled how hot he was to 
get at Rachel, not long after shooting his load into Dot.  And he had topped 
it off by letting Grace suck him to a third come just now.

"Okay," he said.  "Let's go."

They turned Rachel out to pasture and closed the rear door, then they left 
the barn for the next action.  Randy was feeling feisty for having been 
abandoned in the harness again; he was kicking and bucking when they 
arrived.

But when Grace crawled over the padding, her lovely ass tilted upward to 
reveal the wet auburn curls of her crotch, Randy bleated loudly, and his 
crimson cock peeled out of its prepuce, to gleam brightly as he pawed at the 
floor with his hooves.

Dean swung the shield into place, which automatically dropped the barrier 
between the goat and his object of lust.  Randy went up the ramp with no 
coaxing, stopping to nuzzle and lick the hairy wetness of Grace's crotch.  
He snorted as he assured himself that this was the source of the heat odor 
that had excited him, then he mounted her.

Dean watched as the buck's cock slid further out of its hairy sheath and 
slithered into the auburn-haired glory of Grace's cunt.  The bony haunches 
heaved forward, and the big red prick slid all the way into Grace's sheath, 
the hairy foreskin wrinkling into her soupy vulva to tickle her clit.

"Oh loving God!" Grace cried out as the prick filled her to the limit and 
began to wiggle and thrust inside her.  its slick shaft was hot, and it 
seemed to have the ability to flex and probe in all directions, like a 
prehensile tongue.

Grace's ass began to weave around in circles as the searching, probing prick 
nudged first one side of her tunnel and then the other.  She thrust up at 
his drives, taking a tuft of his coarse belly hair in the crack of her ass.  
It teased her asshole maddeningly, and she squirmed all the more wildly.

Her squirming made the hard, searching fucks of the big prick even more 
effective, and the fuzzy foreskin frictioned her clit so steadily that she 
began to come in a constant series of short but powerful orgasms.

"Randy!" she squealed.  "That hairy ... beast cock ... is driving me ...!"  
But she continued to roll and shove her ass up at the plunging goat, her 
flowing cunt trying to engulf the hot meat that teased in and out of it with 
steady brute fucks.

Dean could read the language of her body as if it were a book; the shudders 
and tensings and jerkings told him of her multiple climaxes.  But he was not 
concerned for her.  She had convinced him in the milking barn that she was 
almost insatiable once she got started.  And he knew that she could call for 
help whenever she needed it.

So he stood there and watched, feeling the dramatic impact of what he was 
seeing, but feeling also the unbelievable sensation of a rising erection.  
He had to look down at the crotch of his pants to believe it.

It could be no more than a half-hour since Grace had sucked him off, yet 
here he was with a creeping hard-on --- the fourth of the day!  There was no 
doubt that his cock was sensitive as hell, but it bothered him a lot more 
with a hard-on than when it had been behaving naturally, hanging peacefully 
at rest, to recover from its labors.

He fished it out of his fly and held it, hoping that the discomfort of being 
gripped would make the swelling go down, so it would bother him less.  But 
he made the mistake of doing it without looking at it.

Had he seen its inflamed head and the abnormal size of its swelling, he 
might have lost the erection through simple fear of damaging it.  And had he 
gone outside the shed, away from the stirring sight within, or even turned 
his back on it, he might have cooled down enough to let his prick subside.

But the sight of Randy's lusty humping --- the hairy-based cock fucking into 
the copper curls of Grace's whitely vulnerable crotch was so magnetically 
compelling that Dean could not take his eyes off it.

He had only two choices, as he thought; whip himself off by hand, or slide 
into position near Grace's head and stuff his cock into her mouth --- he had 
no doubts about her accepting it.

In the end, what decided him was the view.  He could not have squeezed into 
a better place for a suck-off without losing his ringside seat for the rest 
of the fantastic performance.

So he simply stood there, leaning against one of the pillars that supported 
the joists of the shed's second floor, and gently slid his foreskin back and 
forth on the brutally stubborn erection.

Liquids gleamed and splashed as Randy's beast cock flew in and out of the 
wet, hairy mess that was Grace's crotch.  Dean was fascinated by the fact 
that her ass still worked so urgently after such a long siege.

It became apparent, after a while, that most of her movement was reflex.  
There would be periods when her ass barely moved; then Dean could see that 
she was having another orgasm.  Her body would jerk and twitch almost the 
way it might have done in her sleep.

He felt a brief panic, wondering if she had passed out.  Then he heard her 
whimpering and gasping with the intensity of her climax.  So he continued to 
watch, pumping at his numbing cock, cursing it for the stubborn nuisance it 
was.

Then he heard Grace scream.  He saw the pearly ooze of the goat's semen as 
it flooded out of her stuffed cunt, and he heard the bellowing and snorting 
of the animal as it finished gushing its hot load into her body.

His own cock began to spew.  It felt as if it were going to fall apart when 
the tight, thin jets of semen spurted out the end, to splat on the floor.  
He had very little to expend, and it was soon over.  The throbbing ache got 
worse for a while; then it began to subside.

Randy had dismounted and was standing there in his harness, snorting and 
wheezing and pawing at the 'door with his hooves.  Dean decided to take the 
animal to its pen; he needed some air himself --- especially on the inflamed 
head of his tortured cock!

He unharnessed the buck and led him outside, then took him across the 
barnyard to the pen.  He unsnapped the lead from the halter, and Randy 
trotted out of sight around the shed that he Occupied in bad weather.

Dean closed the gate and went back to the machine shed, taking the lead with 
him.  When he reached Grace, he realized that he should have freed her 
before leaving.  She was moaning and swearing as she tried to reach the 
safety shield from her contorted position.

"Hang on, kid ... I'm coming!" he told her.  He swung the shield out of the 
way, noting the tremendous pool of semen that lay on the padding in the vee 
of her crotch.  More was oozing from her hairy snatch as he watched.

"When that goat comes, he really comes!" Dean commented as he helped Grace 
to her feet.  She leaned against him, almost an of her weight braced 
sideways on him until she managed to make her feet behave.

"You'd better believe it!" she told him.  "And he serves it hot, too!  My 
God ... it's like lava when it hits!"

He helped her walk to the house, goat come trickling down her legs an the 
way.  He got her as far as the downstairs bathroom.  Cole was coming out the 
doorway as they reached it; he smelled of toothpaste and soap.

"Wow!" he said with a grin, his nose wrinkling at the odor of goat musk that 
clung to Grace.  "You must have joined the billy club.  How was it?"

"It's wonderful," Grace said with a weak smile.  "Providing you live through 
the initiation!"

Chapter Ten

For everyone but Grace and Dean, lunch was the occasion of bright and witty 
conversation.  The tired pair were not too exhausted to laugh with the 
others, but they lacked the freshness required for making clever quips and 
being alert to several conversations at once.

Dean excused himself right after eating, then he flaked out on a living room 
sofa.  Grace was only a few minutes behind him, taking the remaining sofa 
for a short nap.

Phyllis asked Cole if she could try the billy goat after they finished 
lunch.  When he explained that the stud needed quite a rest after his bout 
with Grace, the brunette was disappointed, but she brightened up when Cole 
said that twenty-four hours was enough rest for Randy, if she wanted to plan 
on a specific time.

"I hate to play second fiddle to a goat," George told her.  "But if you're 
all wound up for action, I'd like to see if I can find the switch that turns 
you on."

Hearing about Grace's session --- told around the lunch table partly by 
Grace and Dean and augmented by Cole's retelling of what Grace had related 
to him --- had stirred Phyllis considerably.  She had ventured into the 
exciting field of animal sex with Victor; now she was eager to try any and 
all beasts that proved to be capable of providing her with an orgasm!

"I'm hot to trot, all right," she confessed.  "And there's no one I'd rather 
dance with thaw you, George."  She stood up as he pulled her chair from the 
table.

She was thinking that, since she had to sublimate her urge to couple with 
animals until later, there ought to be no better substitute than a man whose 
profession was animal medicine and surgery!  Maybe she could learn a lot 
>from him ...

Once they had undressed, Phyllis saw the sleek satin of George's cock begin 
to swell as he studied her.  She knew that her body was sexually enticing, 
and she loved to see the proof of it in men's eyes, in the way they wet 
their lips when they looked at her, and most especially in the virile lift 
of their cocks.

Seeing his prick harden for her made her even more ready for him.  She felt 
the wetness of her cunt as she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him, 
studying the taut sac of his balls and the steadily rising, constantly 
swelling shaft of his cock.

"Was Dot kidding me," she asked, "or can you really make yourself come 
whenever you want?"

"I've learned enough Yoga to exert a certain amount of control over it," he 
told her.

"Oh, show me, George!" she begged, her brown eyes snapping with excitement.

"Okay," he agreed.  "I'll try it for you.  Prop yourself up at the head of 
the bed with pillows.  Then spread yourself open for me, so I can stir up 
things by looking at you."

Phyllis complied, and when she was settled, George took up his lotus 
position facing her.  She was leaning well back against the pillows, her 
feet brought up to her buttocks to brace herself in place, and her knees far 
apart to spread her thighs for him.

George deliberately ignored her tantalizing twat for the first part of his 
demonstration, and she wondered why he was not looking at her as he began to 
shift his position to get comfortable.

"First, I'll do something even more difficult for me to do," he told her.  
"With you so close to me, I find it automatic to get a hard-on.  But I'll 
show you real control by making it go down."

He concentrated as she watched, fascinated; in a minute, she saw the heavy 
blue veins of his shaft begin to diminish, and the size slowly decrease as 
the prick softened and sank to his balls, limber and at rest.

"Amazing!" Phyllis gasped.  She knew how stubborn Dean's erection could be; 
before they were married, he had gotten hard while dancing with her and 
couldn't make it go down.

"Now it's easy to get it back up," he said.  "All I have to do is look at 
you; no Yoga to that part of it with you around."

He gazed at the stimulating sight of her crotch, spread out to his view like 
a buffet lunch.  At the very bottom, not quite hidden in the depression of 
the bed beneath her, he could see the beige pinkness of her asshole, its 
soft wrinkles moving slightly with the reflex of her excitement.

Around her winking asshole and up through the seam of her crotch ran the 
rich forest of her glossy black hairs.  They were thicker as they reached 
the slope of her mounded snatch.  And the lips of her twat were thickened 
with desire, pouting fatly and appearing taut at the corners where the pull 
of her parted thighs tugged at their tender flesh.

The sweetly pink meat of her cunt was beginning to darken as her lust 
increased, the flush spreading out and upward onto her sleek belly like a 
blush on a schoolgirl's cheeks.  And there was decided moistness covering 
the appetizing desk; it glistened wetly and shed an occasional drop that ran 
down in the trough formed by the lower edges of the hairy lips.

Her inner lips were Eared slightly, also thickened with the engagement of 
passion, and the dark entrance to her tunnel was a compelling hole of 
mystery that made him wet his lips and swallow the saliva that was 
collecting in his mouth.

He heard Phyllis gasp at the astounding renewal of his erection; she was 
thrilled by the muscular appearance it presented with its venous bulges 
standing out like ropes on the rigid shaft.  The purplish head was swollen 
to a shiny knob that gleamed moistly in the light of the room.

As she watched it, enthralled by its virile shape, the head and shaft 
pulsed, seeming to swell even more.  A drop appeared at the tight hole of 
his urethra; the drop grew larger, then hung there briefly.  An abrupt 
stream of milky semen shot out, carrying the thin drop away and spewing onto 
the sheet in a string.

There was another tensing of the shaft, but no more fluid was ejected, 
though his cock appeared to be straining itself with the effort to hold 
back.  She heard him grunt, and when she looked up at his face, she saw the 
sweat of his efforts on his brow.

"Oh, George!" she said, tilting herself forward and bracing herself with her 
hands on the bed.  She licked up the heavy string of come and swallowed it, 
then kissed the end of his cock, sucking the residue out of his tube.

"Sit back again!" he pleaded.  "I have to rest for a bit so we can get to 
the fun and games."

She pushed herself back against the pillows, reclining as if relaxed, but 
showing her excitement in every facial expression and every burning glance 
at him.  She licked her lips to savor the last taste of his semen, then 
waited tensely for him.

Drops gathered swiftly in her cunt, now.  They seemed to roll from the very 
pores of her vulva and seep from the dark hole of her vagina, filling the 
little pool at the lower lips until it reached the hairy brim.

George had closed his eyes until his erection went down.  He opened them to 
see the honey leaking from the pitifully vulnerable mouth of her cunt.  He 
gave a soulful cry and unlocked his legs to fall forward; his mouth closed 
over the wet gash of her twat and he sucked up the juice loudly.

"Oh-h-h!" Phyllis moaned.  "You got it in time, George!"  She had felt the 
coolness where the liquid gathered, just as she had felt the terrible 
Intensity of her creaming.

Now she whimpered as he licked at the wet inner edges of her quivering lips 
and the oozing hole of her cave.  He tongue-fucked her and she moaned 
steadily, then stiffened and jerked as she came violently with a tiny cry of 
joy.

George sucked her clit into his lips, and she began to cry, short sobs 
racking her as tears rolled down her cheeks.  She had wanted him to milk her 
clit, suck at the little bud until she was ready to explode, but coming 
prematurely had made her too sensitive to let it continue.  Her clit felt as 
if it were on fire.

"Wait!" she sobbed.  "Oh, wait, George!"  He raised up and saw the intensity 
of her emotion, then sat back to watch the shivers and twitches of her 
convulsing climax as she slowly converted her sobbing to soft gasps and 
moans.

Her cunt flesh pulsed as he watched, and his excitement began to grow.  He 
had to concentrate to keep from shooting the rest of his wad on the sheet.  
His Yoga experiments had presented that one liability.  Once the mental 
paths had been blazed, his mind could so easily cause him to erupt without 
much physical stimulation that he had to be on guard.

When Phyllis had calmed considerably, he crawled up to her and laid the head 
of his cock in her wet twat, feeling the damp black hairs tickle his balls 
and the base of his prick as he shoved it all the way into her.

Her sheath spread for him as his knob plowed up her tunnel, then closed 
around him claspingly in gentle spasms.  He began to fuck her with long, 
slow strokes that almost popped his knob out of her hole at one second, then 
buried it in her soft limits at the next.

"Oh, George, you fuck nice!" she whispered, reaching down to clasp his ass 
with her hands, trailing her fingers in his crack and feeling the wrinkles 
of his asshole sensuously with her fingertips.  "But I'm afraid ... I'm 
going to ... come again ... quick!  Oh, squirt it, George!"  She stiffened, 
pulling at the cheeks of his ass and probing his asshole with a finger as 
her body again shuddered and jerked.

He loosed a series of hot blobs in her, feeling the extra jerks of her 
reaction to them and the matching sharp moans as she acknowledged the shots.

The come washed out around his moving prick and he fucked it back into her 
with what was left of his erection.  When he was quite limber, she stopped 
shuddering; there was only an occasional twitch as her spasms faded.

He pulled out of her and flaked out on the sheet at her side.  She took 
several deep breaths, then let out a loud sigh as she rolled over to face 
him.

"You play second fiddle to no one!" she said fervently.  "And you're my 
special vet from now on, Doctor ... I'm liable to call you whenever my pussy 
has a fever!"

*     *     *


"Come on, Big Dick!" Dorothy Lambert said, taking Harlan's hand and pulling 
him toward the stairs.  "Dottie has two hungry mouths to feed, and it's 
mealtime!"

They went up and entered a bedroom, Harlan stripping first, then Dot.  She 
wet her lips lustfully as she stared at the heavy hang of his meat.  She had 
squealed her discomfort the first two times he had pronged her, but she had 
come to love the fat cock for the way it stretched her cunt, massaging all 
her grooves to perfection.

Dot sat on the bed, her legs close together, ready to play a game the two of 
them had developed since they had been swapping.  Harlan walked over, his 
trim muscular body contrasted by the fat tube of flesh that swung as he 
approached her.

"What've you got under that pile of straw?" he asked, reaching a finger into 
the golden hairs of her lower belly.

"A big hole!" she told him with a smug, little girl expression.

"What's the hole for?" he queried.

"It's an animal trap," she replied.

"What kind of animals are you after?" he asked.

"My hole's just the right size for an elephant," she said.

He took her legs in his hands, tipped her back on the bed, and spread her 
wide open; bending his face down, he licked into the wet gash and slid his 
tongue into her hole, wiggling it around and making it fuck her for several 
seconds.

"I don't think so," he told her.  "It may be deep enough, but you need a 
wider opening than that for an elephant.  Let me help you make it a little 
bigger."

He had become rigid as he talked, and now he placed the fat tip of his cock 
against the slippery mouth of her hole, then drove into her.  The breath 
whooshed out of her, and she grunted as he hit bottom, his big bag of nuts 
pressed into the wet outer lips of her twat and the crack of her ass.

"Ha!  You're wrong!" she cried, gasping at the fullness of his prick 
swelling her sheath so magnificently.  "Because I just caught one!  I can 
feel his trunk, even if I can't see it!"

"Oh, fuck his trunk!" Harlan growled.

"You know ... I think I win!" she said.  Her ass began to lift off the 
sheets as she fucked up at him, her cunt working at the big hunk of meat 
with wet greed.  Harlan raised his ass to give her a bit more range, and she 
soon was screwing up into him fiercely.

"Christ!  What a fuck-box you have there, Dottie!" he moaned.  She had 
expanded enough now to get her constrictor muscles into play.  At the top of 
every stroke, she tightened her cunt, then held it snugly around his meat as 
she dropped away, milking his prick brutally.  "It's like a hungry calf," he 
told her.

"It's hungry, all right!" she gasped.  "And it's going to ... suck you off 
until ... it gets a hot meal!"

She pounded up at him, her cunt oozing juice at every stroke, her hands 
puking on the cheeks of his ass in a desperate struggle to stuff herself fun 
of cock.  She was breathing harder now, with the effort of her fucking and 
the swift increase of her passion.

"Gotta rest, Big Dick!" she gasped finally.  "Fuck that horse cock into me!"

He took over the action, his ass rising and falling like a pile driver, 
plowing the fat prick through the slippery sheath of her vagina, stretching 
it tight and frictioning the walls constantly with the big knob.

"Ooh, you sweet, juicy cunt!" he groaned, sliding his hands under her ass 
and prodding her puckered asshole with a deft finger.  "Eat hearty, the nest 
meal goes into Dottie's asshole!"

He wiggled the tip of his finger into the wrinkled softness of her winkie as 
he spoke.  Dot squealed at the shock, delivered at the moment that she was 
visualizing her asshole being tom apart by his massive prick.

"Oh, Har!" she cried, carried to her limit by the fantasy of taking his cock 
in her rear.  "Empty your balls!"  She convulsed tightly around him as the 
first quake tore over her.  As a more intense spasm hit, she farted 
squeakily around his probing finger and moaned loudly.

Harlan filled her cunt with a savage drive and spewed globs of his semen 
into the greedy maw.  She bucked under him, her ass doing wild things as she 
sought to swallow the meal --- come, cock and all --- in the gulps of her 
convulsions.

He emptied himself of the final gushes, then pinned her there as he 
tightened his sphincter, swelling the big knob against her innermost walls 
several times.  She shrieked at the ultimate ecstasy and lay there, 
quivering like an impaled butterfly.

Harlan pulled out of her, slipping his finger out of her constantly spasming 
asshole at the same time.  He knee-walked over the springy bed until his 
softened prick dangled at her lips

"Wanna lick the limber timber, Dottie?" he asked her.  She opened her 
passion-thickened eyelids, stared up at him, then reflected a lustful light 
in her eyes.  Her head turned, and her ripe lips took the dripping knob and 
sucked it into her mouth

He clenched his teeth at the voluptuous torture while she sucked the last 
string of come out of him He pulled away, and she licked at the smeary 
shaft, cleaning it from knob to base.  Then she licked the sticky come from 
his balls until he had to roll away from her and lie down to rest.

Dot made satisfied sounds and wiggled contentedly into the sheet as if she 
were a bitch dog making a nest in the straw.  Her hand was pressed to her 
cunt in an attempt to provide just enough stimulus to prolong her afterglow

"Mm-m-m-m ... nice!" she whispered.

"Tell your little asshole to think big!" he said.  "Give it the fifteen 
minutes I'm resting, to get used to the idea."

"I'll clue you, my large-peckered friend," she said.  "This girl's asshole 
is never going to get used to the idea of being tom up by that monster!"

"You mean I'm not going to get to put my roast in your rear oven?" he asked 
in an exaggerated tone of disappointment.

"You're not going to need an oven," she said.  "I'm gonna eat that son of a 
bitch raw!"

"That's what I'm afraid of ... it was raw after you ate it the last time!"

"Okay ... no teeth today ... I promise."

"In that case, you can crawl down there and start sucking off the 
women-splitter right now.  I'm getting the jumping hots just thinking about 
your sweet lips on my knob!"

Dot didn't hesitate; she was still feeling the warm inner tingles of her 
climax, and the exciting taste of his come was still in her mouth.  She 
maneuvered into the vee he quickly made of his legs, then began licking the 
limp blimp of his cock with a saliva-dripping tongue.

It hardened slowly, and she had licked and sucked his shaft and balls 
considerably by the time it erected to stand on its own.  Dot made a moist, 
rubbery "O" of her lips, then slipped the fleshy ring over the tip of his 
knob.  He gasped as thrills rippled over his balls and through his groin, 
then groaned as she began to slide up and down on his meaty pole.

"Oh-h!  That's my Dottie!" he said hoarsely.  "Pump it out, baby ... work it 
loose and suck it out ..."

She nodded greedily, filling her mouth and stuffing her throat chokingly as 
she engulfed the throbbing thickness.  Each time she pulled back to the 
knob, she gave the tip a powerful suck.

"Oh, baby!" he groaned.  "Just a few more times ... and then ... gravy 
train!"  He was panting as she began to grip the base of his whang with one 
hand and work at the spongy mass of his balls with the other.

"Suck the cream, doll!" he yelled.  "Drink it up!"

He erupted mightily, spewing his load into the gurgling maw of her throat.  
She took it moaningly, one hand sneaking down to her crotch and 
finger-fucking herself to completion as she came along with him.

As soon as Dot had sucked the last gob from his tubes, Harlan rolled over to 
get away from her greedy mouth.  She lay down on the sheet beside him and 
quivered with the fading of her last gentle orgasm, licking her lips 
contentedly and keeping her hand in her crotch.

She knew she would be able to sleep for a while, and if she was lucky, there 
could be still more sex play before the weekend was entirely over.

Chapter Eleven

Barbara Gates had been musing over the possibilities of sex play with Cole 
McDonald all during her stay, except during the moments when she was 
actually involved with another partner.  There was a certain something about 
the handsome farmer that gave her the pussy-crawlies and twat-tickles

Dot had told her, during a hurried comparison of notes, that Cole was more 
than capable of holding his own with the best of the swappers she had met to 
date.  Now Barbara wanted to convince Cole that she was as much fun as Dot 
might have been.

When they entered the bedroom and faced each other, Cole felt some of the 
undercurrent as Barbara frankly appraised him, her eyes like smoky agates 
but with the fire of opals.  She stood with one knee turned in against the 
other like a fashion model's pose.

"Who undresses whom?" she asked, hoping as always that she'd get the chance 
to undress her man; it added spice to the play for her.

Cole had been prepared to strip himself, and was certainly not averse to 
watch Barbara do a strip tease for him.  But her choice of phrasing told him 
that she might prefer otherwise.

"Let's make it lady's choice," he said.  "As of this moment, I'm devoted to 
the pleasant pursuit of your happiness!"

"Ooh-h-h!" she said in a low voice, her full lips pouting in a moist "O" 
that grabbed Cole's nervous system somewhere near his balls.  "That could 
lead to almost anything," she told him.  But she had started to take 
advantage of his offer, walking up to him and unfastening his belt and fly.

She had him peeled down quickly, and as soon as his clothes were out of the 
way, she flipped her head upward into his crotch from her kneeling position, 
and he gasped as the teasing tendrils of her hair made tingling ripples 
shudder through his groin and belly.

His prick was at rigid attention before she could get to her feet.  The 
front of her frock touched it, and when she moved a bit to unfasten her 
dress, the fabric teased his swollen knob.  Barbara let the garment fall to 
the floor and stood there in her yellow bra and panties.

Cole's eyes glowed with lust, and he licked his lips as he saw the bra cups 
pop free, slipping away with the straps as she flung the flimsy thing aside. 
  Her tits quivered appetizingly as she peeled down her panties.

The toasty curls of her snatch came into new when she straightened up, and 
Cole's whang bobbed with eagerness.  He was unprepared for her favorite 
preliminary to play, and when she knelt with her face in his crotch, 
clasping his buttocks lovingly as she nosed into his balls and sniffed, he 
almost went off in the air.

She nuzzled around his crotch, inhaling the man smell in deep sniffs, then 
blowing on his curly hairs as she exhaled.  Her tongue lashed out and licked 
him under the balls; then she gave him a sucking kiss on the head of his 
cock.

Cole fought for control, made it, then was attacked once more by her flying 
brown hair as she prepared to get to her feet.  The silken fluffiness was a 
maddening tease to the already sensitized head of his cock, and he was proud 
of his control when he managed to calm down afterward.

"Okay," she said softly when she was facing him at shoulder level again.  
"The lady has had her choice for preliminaries; now I'm yours Cole ... take 
me any way you like!"

"Slowly," he told her.  "Whatever else, I want to enjoy you slowly ... to 
make it last.  Something tells me I have a very special woman on my hands!"  
He grasped her shoulder gently and ushered her to the bed, easing her down 
on its edge, then rolling her onto her bevy.

He looked at the loveliness of her body as it relaxed into the resilience of 
the bed.  Her hair was flung around her wildly as if wind-blown, and the 
toasted gold of her buttocks was a satin study in perfection.

Cole knelt and hissed the backs of her thighs, starting at the exciting 
valleys behind her knees and worked upward slowly.  He kissed into the soft 
creases under her buttocks, then over the satin mounds themselves; his 
tongue slid down the shadowy crease between them and found the soft, 
fluttering wrinkles of her asshole.

He tongued hotly into the warm blossom, and she whimpered her joy as the 
shivers rippled over her skin.  The cheeks of her ass twitched, then parted 
as she lifted up from the bed.  The very private wrinkles of her asshole 
quivered and pouted open for him in an inviting pucker.

"What a gorgeous little winkie!" he exclaimed.  He put his tongue into the 
softness again, pushing firmly but gently into its center.

"Oh, Cole ... that's delicious!" she moaned.  Her ass rocked gently as she 
appeared to be fucking herself into the bed.

He tongued her asshole for a while, working her up from whimpers and soft 
moans into surprised little squeals.  Then he rolled her over onto her back 
and looked down on the flushed skin of her tits and belly.

Her eyes peered up at him through slitted lids; her mouth was moistly 
puckered into a circle, and her breathing was heavy.  Her tits shimmered 
like quicksilver as she breathed, the nipples describing tiny circles in the 
air.

Her magnificent belly was soft to his lips, and he kissed it nibblingly, 
tonguing into her navel briefly before he moved up to suck her tit.  The 
nipple swelled in his lips; he drew out her tiny store of liquid and moved 
to the other tit.  It yielded more slowly, but gave up more love-milk to his 
powerful suction.

His lips coursed downward again.  He tongued into the downy wonder of her 
cunt curls, then stopped as he gently grasped her legs and spread her crotch 
open to its fullest.  He nestled his face into the gleaming pink wetness of 
her gash and breathed in her scent.  Its exciting odor made him groan with 
joy as he breathed it deeply.  Then he began to tongue her, using soft, 
feather-light touches that made her gasp and wiggle.

"Flow, baby!" he cried gently.  "Cream for Daddy!"  He sucked at the swollen 
edges of her lips, then fucked her hole with his hot tongue, and she moaned 
as her ass rocked with excitement.

His cry for honey triggered her mental controls as effectively as she could 
have done it by concentration.  The juice began to ooze and gather, but Cole 
slurped it up greedily with lips and tongue, his hunger insatiable as the 
cream continued to ooze over her soft flesh.

But he heard her impatient whimpers, and he abandoned his quest for honey to 
kiss her clit, lipping it and milking its excited firmness within its soft 
cloak.  He drew it in and out of his lips with a soft sucking that soon had 
Barbara crying out in little wails of ecstasy.

"Cole ... darling!" she moaned.  "Those tender little sucks!"  Her ass was 
uncontrollable in its twitching and rocking now.  He had to steady her in 
place with his hands on her hips to keep on target.  But he gave her only a 
few more sucks before she emitted an animal cry that was almost low enough 
to be in the bass range.

Her cunt was torn from him as she bucked and reared; then she sank to the 
bed and lay there shuddering for a long time.  When she stirred, Cole rolled 
her over and pulled her hips up so she became supported on her knees.

He squatted astride her legs and thrust the hard head of his prick into the 
wet, hairy petals of her cunt.  She whimpered at the suddenness of his 
thrust, but he was gentle as he drove smoothly into her sheath, stopping 
only when his balls draped into the maw of her gash.  He stopped to get a 
grip on his control, for the sweet slickness and wrinkled claspings of her 
tunnel had almost done him in.

"Oh-h-h-h ..." she breathed softly.  "Let it lie there a little while, Cole, 
before you make it go to work.  It feels so good in me!"

He was glad of the chance to extend his breathing period, and he leaned over 
her, planting feathery, nibbling kisses all over her back, as far as be 
could reach without disturbing their connection.

When he felt a light, buttering squeeze inside her cunt, he began to fuck 
into her, feeling the slushy cling of her flesh as he pumped in and out.  
Barbara was humming joyously, her ass making little tilts to meet his 
drives.

Then he pulled out of her suddenly, and she whimpered her disappointment.  
He put the rocky knob of his cock into the soft funnel of her asshole and 
leaned into her gently.  She gasped in surprise, then puckered the fleshy 
exit for him.  He rode in on the slick oil of her cunt, smeared into every 
pore of his cock, driving halfway up her rectum in one thrust.

"Oh yes, Cole ... I love that!" she cried.  And she puckered for him again, 
letting him in up to the hilt.  Her winkie snugged up around the base of his 
prick, and he grunted at the tightness.  His hands went under her, and he 
began teasing her cunt with his fingers, stirring up the sloppy froth of her 
cream and twitting her clit almost steadily.

He made short, careful fucks into her ass, testing to see how well fitted 
they were.  She knew when to relax her asshole and when to let it tighten 
up, so he began to hump into her bowels in earnest.  She was squealing 
happily now, for she loved the feel of a cock in her asshole, especially if 
she was getting attention in her cunt at the same time.

"Drive it into me, Daddy!" she cried.  "Ooh-h-h!  Get your ... come ready, 
Cole ... I'm ... I'm ... OH, COLE!"

There was a brief second when she seemed to have opened both doors wide to 
him.  Her asshole almost disappeared, its snugness gone from around his 
plunging cock.  And his fingers almost went into her cunt up to his wrist.

Then she constricted on him as her orgasm grabbed hold.  Cole shoved into 
her asshole as far as he could, then spurted her rectum full of hot semen.  
Her locking ring of flesh clamped and unclamped on his cock, milking it dry.

She reached back and puked his fingers out of her cunt as she became 
supersensitive from the intense climax.  Cole eased out of her ass a little 
at a time as her winkie relaxed in brief spasms.

He took a quick shower while she was recuperating, then lay in the bed and 
relaxed while she cleaned up.  He dozed oft feeling fat and satisfied, and 
dreamed he had a woman-dairy instead of goats!

*     *     *


When Dean and Grace woke up from their sofa naps, they sat up and looked at 
each other foolishly, realizing that they were the only ones downstairs.  
They knew there was a lot of action going on upstairs, and both of them had 
ideas about starting a little fun of their own.  But each had the same 
startling thought: What could they do that would not seem a little tame, 
after their wild collaboration earlier with the goats?

"Come on," Dean said, getting to his feet.  "Let's get cozy, shall we?"  
Grace got up and led the way to her bedroom, and they undressed without any 
preliminaries.

They crawled onto the bed and fused their bodies together in a tight 
embrace.  Their lips pressed together wetly, and Dean nibbled gently on 
Grace's lips, then he pushed his tongue into her mouth and fucked it in and 
out rapidly.

Grace seized his tongue with a greedy suction, and as he thrust it into her, 
she would milk it between her tongue and palate.  Their hands had been busy 
all the while; fingers caressed and reached over backs, buttocks and 
crotches, adding to the stimulation of their kissing.

When they grew too excited, they stopped and just lay in each other's arms, 
catching their breaths and letting their pulses slow.  Dean started sucking 
one of her tits, nibbling on the spongy button of the coral nipple, then 
puking it, to stretch it out from her breast.  lie robed it between his 
teeth, then sucked some more.

Dean had her turn over, to lie on her belly; he tucked a pillow under her at 
the hip line, raising her ass.  Now he began kissing her wetly an over the 
lower back and buttocks.  As he nibbled at the soft satin of her buttocks 
and trailed his tongue in the crack of her ass, she whimpered her 
excitement.

His tongue teased the tender folds of flesh around her asshole while he held 
her cheeks apart with his fingers.  Grace was gasping and moaning at the 
thrills it gave her, and her asshole puckered and unpuckered with the spasms 
of her reflexes.

Dean frequently would slip the tip of his tongue into her asshole while it 
was poutingly protruding, letting the reflexive closure tighten on it; then 
he would wiggle the tip around inside her, and her ass would shudder and 
jerk at the tingling sensations it caused.

"Dean!  Oh God ... I'm creaming this pillow like mad!" she cried.

He pulled his tongue out of her ass and rolled her over onto her back, 
realigning the pillow under her ass so the damp spot was beneath her crotch.

Dean stared at the coppery curls of her cunt and the darkening coral flesh 
of her gash, a moist split-melon lunch oozing its warm honey slowly, as if 
melting from her inner heat.  He leaned over it and breathed in her heat 
scent.  The stirring femaleness of the delicate, fruity fragrance made him 
growl lustfully.

He licked into the softness, tasted her juice, then growled again.  His lips 
pressed into her gash and he moved them around over the soupy surface of her 
vulva like a vacuum cleaner, stealing her dew with steady little sucks that 
brought gasps and whimpers from her throat.

"Oh, Dean, lover!" she moaned.  "Lick it out, Daddy!"

His tongue slithered into her center petals, probed past the quivering 
entrance of her hot tunnel, and waggled like a vibrator in the soft 
moistness of her vestibule.

"Ooh-hh!  Dino ... that hot, soft little fucker ...!"  Grace's voice was 
hoarse with passion; her ass rolled on the pillow, the lovely cheeks 
tightening and relaxing in ecstasy.

He slipped his tongue out of her and stabbed it upward to tap the tip of her 
clit.  She squealed, then whimpered steadily as he continued to twit the bud 
with soft little dartings of his tongue that barely touched the target.

Grace's ass was shuddering now, and the surface of her belly rippled with 
nervous excitement.  She gasped, held her breath, then moaned, repeating the 
process over and over as the thrills built steadily and began to overcome 
her.

"Deem!" she howled.  "Put some ... little sucks on it!  Take it ... in your 
lips, lover!"

He sucked the firm little fleshling into his lips and pressed on it, 
shooting it out like a banana squeezed from its skin.  Grace shrieked 
happily, and he repeated the maneuver over and over until she was crying out 
in ecstasy, her body jerking and rolling on the bed uncontrollably.

"Oh, baby!" she yelled.  "Suck hard!  I'm coming!"

Dean surrounded the bud with his lips and gave a powerful suck.  Grace 
screamed as her body arched upward, stiffening rigidly.  Dean thrust his 
tongue into her hole and fucked it in and out swiftly, then he gave a giant 
suck that flattened the walls of her tunnel.

She screamed again and fell limply to the bed, her body shaking with a 
series of tremors.  Dean quickly moved to squat over her face, and she 
licked into the crack of his ass, plunging her tongue into the wrinkles of 
his asshole.

He groaned, and she made fast little fucks into the tightness of his funnel. 
  Then she trailed her tongue under his crotch to his balls, where she took 
the bag in her lips, sucking at it, drawing one nut at a time into her mouth 
as she vacuumed the hairy flesh.

Dean was grunting and gasping at the thrills she created, and now his 
asshole was winking with excitement.  Grace licked at the base of his cock, 
still moaning softly with the happiness of her orgasmic convulsions.  She 
licked up the shaft, then sucked the knob into her lips.

She rolled the swollen gumdrop on her tongue, pressing it to the roof of her 
mouth.  Dean continued to gasp and groan, and she reached up take him by the 
hips, tipping him over onto his side.  Now he lay there, panting and 
moaning, while she marinated the up of his cock in her mouth.

It became too good for him, and he knew he had to make a fast decision.  It 
was so sweetly restful and exciting to just lay there and let her mouth-fuck 
him, suck his sperm out in willing gushes.  But he could let her do that 
later ... she could suck him off even when he was too spent to get fully 
hard.

"No!" he groaned loudly as he pulled away from her sweetly clinging lips.  
"I want to fuck into that juicy pussy of yours, Grace!  Oh, God, how I want 
to fuck that cunt!"

He hurried into position, crawling into the welcoming vee of her willingly 
spread thighs and laying the gigantically swollen tip of his cock in the 
warm ooze of her gash.  She whimpered at the contact, still sensitive from 
her climax, and he spiraled the knob in the vortex of her cunt, slipping 
into the quivering, gelatin-like lips of her inner mouth.

"Yes!" Grace shrieked.  "Oh, fuck it all the way in, Dean!"

He shoved slickly into her sheath.  It closed around him in wet, warm 
claspings as he plowed through to her tunnel's end.  Her gasping and 
gurgling announced her joy as he began to back off and thrust again.

The outer lips of her cunt splayed around the base of his cock as he drove 
in all the way again.  His balls made a wet squishing sound as they splatted 
into the drooling lower edges of the lips, then swung beneath to hit her in 
the ass.

Grace swiveled her hips and pelvis, providing a rotary, screwing movement 
that counterattacked the deep fucks of Dean's driving cock.  They worked 
like a machine, timed to perfection, working at maximum efficiency to 
produce their hot juices.

"Oh, Dean ... give me your tongue!" Grace cried as she felt her numerous 
thrills melting into one gigantic sensation that would soon explode into an 
orgasm.

He leaned down until their mouths met.  Her tongue was greedily licking at 
his lips as she panted hotly into his mouth.  But the moment he thrust out 
his tongue to her, she sucked it into her lips and continued to suck at it 
fiercely.

Dean knew it was the symbolism of his cock she sought.  She wanted to suck 
him off and be fucked by him at the same time.  And to him, it was equally 
satisfying.  The sweet warmth of her mouth, sucking off his tongue avidly, 
added another dimension to the thrills of her juicy, hot cunt as it now 
began to milk him off with its frantic claspings.

He fucked into her depths for the last drive and forced his balls into her.  
The hot gushes zapped into the limits of her cunt with telling effect.  
Grace cried out joyfully and went into her final.  As his cock shot its 
final globs into her cunt, Dean felt her violent jerks begin.

She quaked heavily as her twat convulsed, milking him off until he was 
painfully drained.  He pulled out of her and let her relax peacefully, to 
shiver through the joy of her afterglow, while he lay back on the pillow to 
recover.  Already, he was looking forward to the moment when she would come 
after him with her greedy mouth and take from him the last drop of semen he 
could give her.

And before the smeary wetness on his prick had begun to dry, he felt her 
warm breath blowing on his crotch ...

Chapter Twelve

Mary Margaret Siebenthaler now realized what a bit of wishful thinking could 
do to a person.  When she had told Dean that she could do without Victor's 
cock while his stitches healed, because Dean had released her so beautifully 
that it would last, she had indulged in a self-delusion common to the 
inexperienced.

Now that she actually was forced to do without cock for several days, she 
was ready to climb the walls.  She had evaded a direct answer to Phyllis 
Palmer's question about the frequency of her coupling with Victor, because 
she was embarrassed to admit the extent of her lust.

It was true that Dean had stirred her more deeply with the expert 
completeness of his treatment than she had ever been stirred by Victor.  But 
she discovered by the third day that no matter how good sex is, the effects 
do not last.  She was as starved for cock as she would have been for food 
during a fast of the same length.

And it was even more torturing when Dean brought Victor home from the 
clinic.  The cock was right there in the house with her, but she could not 
take advantage of it.  It would be terrible if she let her unbridled lust 
cause the dog pain even necessitate sending him back to be restitched!

She could kick herself now for not at least attempting to seduce Dean when 
he brought the dog home.  That had been two days ago, but a hot piece of 
nuts then would have calmed her down, and she would not have progressed to 
the state she was in now!

But Dean had been in a hurry; something about taking too much time off on 
the weekend and getting behind with his work on the farm.  She had not had 
the heart to delay him, even though she had reason to believe he rather 
liked her in bed.

Now she was almost at her limit; she had examined Victor's foreskin three 
times today --- hoping it would look more healed at each examination --- and 
the dog was unhappy, too, her handling of him caused him to get a hard-on, 
and he would whine as the swelling increased his discomfort.

Finally, when she could stand it no longer, she told Victor to guard the 
house, got into her pickup, and drove over to the Palmer farm.  To her 
bitter disappointment, there was a note on the back door, telling anyone who 
called that the Palmers were gone for the day.

Mary Margaret was frantic.  She remembered Phyllis telling her about Laddie, 
and she called for fifteen minutes, hoping the dog would show up.  She 
thought that perhaps she could train Laddie in the emergency --- get at 
least one good fuck out of him.

She finally had to deduce that the Palmers had taken their dog with them, 
wherever they were gone to, so she got into her pickup with a heavy heart 
and an itching, creamy cunt, and started for home.

A half-mile down the road, Mary Margaret braked to a halt and wet her lips 
excitedly as she recalled something else Phyllis had told her.  Laddie had a 
brother ... what was his name?  McDog!  Yes, the McDonalds had him!

She sat there as she tried to think up an excuse to borrow McDog for a 
while.  Soon she pulled off the shoulder onto the road and headed for the 
McDonald farm.

McDog was in the barnyard to greet her as she got out of the pickup.  He was 
a handsome beast, all right; now if she could get the McDonalds to lend him 
to her...

Cole McDonald came out of the house while she was petting McDog and talking 
to the animal, pleased to see how friendly he was and that he appeared to be 
quite virile his red cock peeked out the tip of his sheath, perhaps because 
he could smell her female heat.

"Good afternoon, Mary Margaret!" Cole said.  "Haven't seen you for ages.  
How are you?"

"Fine, Cole, thank you.  How's Grace?"  She had known the couple since the 
first week they were on their farm, but usually she saw them only at Grange 
meetings, since she seldom went out after the death of her father.

"She's fine.  She's not home today, though; went to the city with the 
Palmers to do some shopping.  Come on in out of the sun, Mary Margaret.  
I'll pour you a cider or something."

She went inside, wondering if she could find the right moment to make her 
request.  In a way, she was glad Grace was away now; women could see through 
each other so much more easily.  Cole would be unsuspicious and easy to 
fool; men usually were quicker to be generous with women, too.

She accepted a glass of wine on the rocks, then sat across from Cole.  For 
the first few minutes, the conversation was confined to weather, agriculture 
m general, and polite queries by Mary Margaret about the success of the goat 
dairy.  Then she grew impatient and changed the subject.

"I was hoping you could do me a favor, Cole," she said.  "I went to the 
Palmers first, but ... as you know, they're away."

"Of course," he said.  "Anything I can do for you will be my pleasure."  His 
normal tendency to be helpful would have been enough to guarantee his 
sincerity, but he sensed something different in his guest ... she was not 
like the Mary Margaret he had seen at Grange meetings.  For one thing, she 
was not dressed in her usual drab, formless clothing; she had on a dress 
that actually made her look rather desirable --- and years younger.  Perhaps 
her appearance was helped, too, by the makeup --- first he had ever seen her 
wear!

"Dean took my dog, Victor, to the vet for surgery," she said.  "And I really 
need a dog in the house ... living alone and all ... and I'd hoped I could 
borrow Laddie for a few days, just until Victor is well enough to carry on.  
Is there a chance that ... maybe you could spare McDog for a day or so?"

Cole had fast reflexes, or he would not have been able to cover his initial 
reaction to her first statement.  Dean had mentioned the sex dog he took to 
George's clinic, but not the owner's name.  Now Cole knew who it had to be!  
He also knew her real reason for asking to borrow McDog.  Yes, she certainly 
must feel that she needed a "dog in the house" after the fun Victor gave 
her!

His first impulse was to let her borrow McDog, at least for overnight.  If 
she could get him to cooperate, more power to her.  And McDog might enjoy 
the change of pace; he had been chasing around a lot lately to find enough 
tail-bitches in heat weren't too plentiful in the area.

But the more he studied her, the more he thought he might be able to do 
better for Mary Margaret than she had asked.  And it would give him some 
fun, too!

"If Grace says it's all right, I'm agreeable," he told her.  "McDog really 
belongs to her."  He saw the disappointment in her face and hurried to 
relieve it.

"I have a better idea, though," he told her.  "Why not stay here with us 
until Victor's well enough to get back on the job?  I know Grace would be 
tickled to have you; she sees too few women as it is, confined here on a 
busy dairy farm.  And I'm always pleased to have another beautiful woman 
around!"

Mary Margaret protested, explaining that she had to be with Victor to take 
care of him.  Cole waived that argument aside.

"Victor can stay here; I've yet to see the dog that our McDog can't make 
friends with."

She thought about it.  It wasn't the way she had planned it, but the 
invitation voided her excuses and left her no out.  But it seemed that she 
ought to be able to get at McDog somewhere on the big McDonald farm there 
were plenty of outbuildings ...

"Or maybe Grace would lend me quicker than she would McDog," Cole teased 
when she hesitated to accept the invitation.  "I'm not as handsome as 
Victor, maybe, but I could bite if anyone tried to break in your house."

She looked at him sharply when he used the word "handsome".  She was sure 
that Dean would not betray a confidence.  But yet, there was something in 
Cole's eyes ...  She gulped down her wine and Cole rose, taking her glass 
out to the kitchen and refilling it.  When he brought it back, she looked at 
him shyly.

"Cole McDonald, if I didn't know you had a beautiful wife, I'd think you 
were making a pass --- flattering me, inviting me to stay here, offering to 
stay at my place ... even trying to get me drunk, perhaps?"  She smiled as 
if she had turned the tables on him, teasing him more successfully than he 
had teased her.

"The day I stop making passes at beautiful, desirable women, Mary Margaret, 
will be the day they throw the dirt in on me.  And Grace is not only 
beautiful ... she's broadminded ...  modem, I think they call it." Cole 
moved to sit beside her as he finished speaking, but made no attempt to 
touch her; he sipped his wine and looked into her startled eyes.

"You ... you're modem ... sort of like ... the Palmers?" she asked, using 
the only reference she knew.

"Very much like the Palmers," he admitted, wondering how much she knew about 
Dean and Phyllis.

"Then ... you were ... making a pass."  Her tone was uncertain, but it was 
not a question.  She wet her lips nervously, and Cole saw that they were 
very nice lips --- ripely full and moistly pouting.  Her tits were jiggling 
under her dress with the rise and fall of her heavy breathing.  "I ... I 
don't ... oh, Cole!  I'm so desperate!"  She was trembling, and Cole set 
down his wine and took her in his arms.

Her mouth darted up to meet his as if her head had been released from a 
spring.  He kissed her hotly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and 
tasting her as his hands began to caress her shoulders and back.

She sucked at his tongue greedily; her hands went to his lap and fumbled at 
the opening of his fly, announcing the frank surrender of all her modesty as 
her need became too great to be ignored.

Cole's hands unfastened the back of her dress and slid it off her shoulders 
as she got her hand inside his pants.  He unhooked her bra, then made her 
sit back as he peeled the dress and bra straps off her shoulders and arms.

She stood up and shed the garments as Cole stripped himself for action.  
When she had removed her panties, he stared at the dark bush of her crotch, 
admired the perfection of her legs, thighs, and rounded belly, and the 
gorgeous fullness of her firm tits.

"You're absolutely lovely!" he said hoarsely as he took her in his arms 
again.  She felt the hardened shaft of his cock press into her lower belly 
and gasped, then she whimpered as her need grew greater with the contact.

He knew she was impatient, so he eased her onto the sofa, then lifted one of 
her legs and placed her heel on the back of the sofa.  Her other leg was 
stretched out, her heel resting on the carpet.

Cole knelt and kissed the wetness of her oozing bush, sucked at the swelling 
lips of her gash, then licked into the warm, red furrow with an excited 
hunger.  Her sweet, musky scent was a warm vapor rising to fin his nostrils 
as he tasted her puce.

"Oh-h-h!  Cole!" she moaned, her legs trembling and her ass beginning to 
rock gently on the sofa cushion.  "I'm sopping wet!"

"I know," he said joyfully, lifting his face from her excitingly steamy 
twat.  "Your cunt's a delicious pot of honey!"

He licked her again, slurping up the dew, then he thrust the tip of his 
tongue into her hole deeply and began to fuck her with rapid little strokes.

"Oh, Cole ... that's wonderful!" she cried.  Her hands covered his head and 
her fingers ran through his hair and caressed his ears as she pulled his 
mouth into her snatch, eager to get his tongue as far inside her as 
possible.

He sucked powerfully at the hot entrance of her cave, and she let go of his 
head to grab her tits and squeeze them while she gave out a squeal of 
ecstasy.  Cole slipped his lips over the warm bud of her slit and darted his 
tongue at it in rapid feather-light contacts.  She whimpered joyfully and 
wiggled her ass as he kept up the teasing for several seconds.

Cole sucked at the fleshy bud, drawing it out of its cloak and into his 
lips, then he let it go.  She gasped loudly, and he did it again, then 
again, repeating it as she began to moan and wiggle with an unbearable 
pleasure.

"My thing!" she cried loudly.  "Oh, Cole ... the way you're ... sucking my 
thing!"

He felt her body tensing, and he knew that she was ready to come, so he left 
the bud and sucked again at the wet hole of her tunnel, gathering the last 
of her honey.  Then he clamped onto her clit once more and sucked at it 
powerfully.

"Argh-h-h-h!"  Her throaty scream, as she started to come, was a sound that 
rattled the windows.  Her body leaped as if it had received a jolt of 
electricity, and she arched her back tautly for a second, then she fell back 
and shuddered several times, moaning and gasping as her orgasm ran its 
course.

Cole gave her a good three minutes, his cock throbbing every second of 
waiting, and then he grabbed his stiff whang and leaned into her crotch, 
guiding it into the sloppy maw of her twitching cunt.  Her spasming flesh 
closed around the throbbing knob, and she jerked as she gasped at the 
contact.

Then he thrust into her body, fucking into the slippery clutchings of her 
convulsing tunnel, soaking his prick in her sheath for several seconds, 
enjoying the hot, quivering wetness of her grasp on him.

"Beautiful!" she moaned.  "Oh, what a ... beautiful cock!  It feels so ... 
good inside me!"  Her ass began to move, reaching up as her cunt gulped at 
him, milked his prick in liquid claspings that had him groaning his 
excitement steadily.

He fucked back into her, thrusting hard to bury himself in her juiciness, 
relishing the feel of her quivering slickness as greatly as he had relished 
its taste.

They flew at it, fucking at each other desperately, tightly, crying out as 
the thrills multiplied in their guts, feeling the juices ooze out around 
their plunging connection.

The hairy lips of her cunt clung to his shaft as it slid out of her, then 
puckered inward as he drove heatedly toward the end limit of her tunnel.

"Cole!" she cried.  "Do it in me!  Oh, do lots of it!  I'm ... oh, Cole!  DO 
IT!"

She began to shudder, gently at first, then in jerking waves as her orgasm 
was really launched.  Cole jerked his ass tightly, hammering his cock into 
her depths, then he spewed heavily, hearing her sobs as each splash hit her 
tunnel's end.

Her spasms slowly faded until she was able to breathe without gasping.  Her 
eyes fluttered open to look into Cole's face, and he smiled warmly at her, 
then he pulled his cock out of her slowly.

"You must think I'm awful!" she said.  "But I couldn't help yelling like 
that.  I was so ... it's been so long ..."

"Don't let it worry you," he told her.  "Sex is at its best when you let 
your partner know what you want and when you want it.  And never apologize 
for doing what comes naturally.  That's the reason people have hangups; they 
worry about opinions.  Hell, we all have our pet sexual interests."  
Margaret caught his slight emphasis of the word "pet".

"You know what I wanted McDog for ... don't you?"

"I guessed.  So what's wrong with that?  Anything that's fun and doesn't 
hurt anyone or anything else can be only good; it's the sick meddlers --- 
people who have to pull everyone down to their own level of limitations --- 
that make trouble.  On this farm, we do what we want to about sex.  Are you 
sure you wouldn't like to stay with us for a while?"

Cole grinned at her confidently, and she had to laugh as she gave him an 
affirmative nod.  Then she got serious again.

"Could I ... do something I want to ... right now ...?"

"Of course," he told her.  He had a premonition that she was about to call 
McDog and try her luck with him.  He couldn't blame her for that; she'd been 
hard up for several days and, after all, she was sort of hung up on fucking 
dogs.

"I've never tried it," she said.  "But all of a sudden, I'm anxious to see 
what it's like."  She got up and put her hands on his thighs, then dipped 
her head into his lap and seized the tip of his smeary cock in her lips.

Cole groaned as she sucked at it, rim her tongue around the tender coronal 
ridge, then sucked again.  She let it fan from her lips, made smacking 
sounds with her tongue and palate, then got a bright glow in her eyes.

"Oh, Cole!" she said in a voice full of wonder.  "I've read about it ... 
could I try it ... with you?  Suck you all the way, I mean?"  She blushed 
beautifully.

"Be my very welcome guest!" he told her.  "But since it is your first time, 
let me give you a couple of pointers.  Try not to touch it with your bare 
teeth; take it slow until you get used to it --- don't try to get it an in 
your throat at once and be ready for some fast swallowing, so you won't 
choke."

She wasted no time even in answering; she nodded quickly and swooped down on 
his cock with her mouth.  This time she licked at the shaft and his balls, 
seeking more of the semen flavor she had found on his knob.  When she had 
him clean, she took the head in her lips once more.

"Oh, baby!" Cole groaned ecstatically.  "Your mouth is really sweet ... so 
wet and warm and soft ... like oiled silk!"

Mary Margaret slowly nodded her head, taking in a little more of him at each 
stroke until finally she had his knob pushing at the back of her throat.  
Having gotten her throat and palate used to the feel of the intruding glans, 
she grew bolder, nodding faster and faster as she went on.

"Great, baby!" he told her.  "Just wonderful!  But now you should start to 
build up some suction ... seal your sweet lips around it ... that's it, 
honey!  Oh God!  That's fantastic!  Now ... stroke ... suck ... stroke ... 
suck ... oh, Mary Margaret!  I do love the way you eat my cock, little 
darling!  Oh Jesus!  Let me reach down and get your tits in my hands ... oh 
suck, baby!  Uncle Cole's got a hot meal for you!"

She was frantically greedy now, sucking as if she could get the flavor of 
what was coming soon.  Her hands worked at his thighs, kneading the flesh, 
just as his hands kneaded her tits while he squeezed the nipples between his 
fingers.  She was moaning nasally, as if she were about to come.

"Oh-h-h, suck, little sweetheart!" he groaned, feeling the heat of his fluid 
as it gurgled in his groin, prostate and balls.  "It's on the way, doll 
baby!  Oh, suck it off, honey!  Drink it up!  Oh, Mary Margaret!  
SU-UH-UH-UCK!"

He erupted powerfully.  His semen spurted into her throat in gushing gobs.  
She swallowed desperately, almost choked once, but managed to keep up with 
the tremendous flow he was giving her.

Then he was through squirting, and she was sucking, sucking, sucking at the 
throbbing head as she moaned into a wild climax of her own.  Cole finally 
had to take her head in his hands and lift it off the ecstatically pulsing 
ache that was his spent cock.

She grabbed him, puffed his head down to hers, then put her wet lips to his. 
  She sucked at his mouth, and he gave her his tongue; she pulled greedily, 
making hot, gasping little sucks that drew at his tongue powerfully.

Then her biggest orgasmic convulsions were over, and she got a little 
control over herself.  Their mouths parted, and Cole tasted the odd flavor 
of his come.  He patted her head and smiled warmly at her.

"Mary Margaret ... if you don't accept my invitation, I'll be tempted to 
kidnap you.  God, but you're really something else.  I hate to think of you 
wasting all of your sexy beauty and talents on just Victor.  Now, if you 
stay here, I could teach you a few things Victor might not know.  And then 
there's Randy, of course."

"Randy?" She was intrigued at hearing a name that she secretly associated 
with sex; she always told Victor he was randy when he nosed into her crotch 
to tell her he wanted to fuck.

"I'll introduce you to him.  Go on into the bathroom there and freshen up 
before you put on your clothes --- although you don't need anything but your 
dress to go outside if you intend to stay.  There's a douche thing just 
inside the top drawer in there.  Come on, little sweetheart; then I can take 
you out and introduce you to Randy."

Thirty-five minutes later he led her up to the gate of the stud goat's pen, 
opened it, then ushered her inside.  Her nostrils were dilated as widely as 
Randy's were; she sniffed his musky odor into her lungs, then gripped the 
top rail of the pen as she swayed on her feet.

Randy had caught the faint odor of fresh woman-heat on her, and his red goat 
cock was sliding out, exhibiting slightly more meat than she had 
accommodated to date.

"You mean ... he can ... you have him trained to ..."  Her eyes were smoky 
bright with rekindled desire

"He didn't need training; just restraining.  And we have a rig that keeps 
him under control.  All you have to do is get up the nerve to risk that big 
cock and ..."

"How many days did you say you wanted me to stay with you?" she asked.

*     *     *


Meanwhile, back at the Palmer farm, the Lamberts and the Palmers, after 
having left a note on the door to the effect that Dean and Phyllis were 
away, were about to conduct another experiment in animal husbandry.  Having 
no goats at hand, Dean and George had thought up the novel idea of breaking 
the Palmers' pet pig, Bessie, in to the joys of sex with humans.

George, Dorothy and Phyllis were waiting expectantly in the barn, Phyllis 
proudly showing the Lamberts how tame Bessie was.

"This will be her first time," Phyllis said.  "We've never mated her, we've 
always thought of her more as a pet than anything else."

"Well, she certainly does look friendly," George said, stroking the pig's 
flank.  "But just how friendly, we've yet to find out."

"We're about to, though," Dot said.  "Here comes Dean with the bait."

Dean came into the barn with a jar of honey in his hand.  He grinned 
broadly.

"Hello, Bessie!" he said, bending down to pat the pig on its head.  The 
shoveled nose lifted and George could swear the pig grinned.  It sniffed at 
the honey and waggled its tail.

Phyllis was lying on her back, her eyes terribly hot.  She let George spread 
her thighs apart while Dean approached with the jar of honey.

"Hand me one of those blankets, Dot," George said.  He was looking down into 
Phyllis' open cunt, fingering the curls at her lips, tugging the puffy 
tissues apart gently.

Dot brought the blanket over and at George's instructions stuffed it under 
Phyllis' buttocks.  Her hips lifted high into the air, and her pelvis rocked 
back.  Dean bent over with the jar of honey and tipped it while George held 
her cunt open with his fingers.  Phyllis' legs were spread wide apart, and 
she made little moaning sounds of heat.

"Ooo, that tickles!" she cried as the sticky, thick honey began to flow over 
the lip of the jar into her receiving hole.

Bessie pranced around and around and they had to keep pushing her away as 
they poured the honey into Phyllis' cunt.

"God, what a hole!" Dot giggled as more and more went inside.

"Ohhh, I feel like I'm getting flooded with an elephant's load of sperm!" 
Phyllis cried.  She tipped her hips backward to drink as much of it into her 
body as she could.

"Hey, it's full!" George said.

Dean stopped pouring.  The well of Phyllis' pussy was overflowing.  George 
squeezed the lips of her cunt together to trap and hold the volume of honey 
inside her upturned cunt.  A thick stream of it oozed and ram down the edges 
of her lips.  George bent and licked at it with his tongue, making Phyllis' 
hips buck dangerously.

"Ohhh," she moaned.  "Where's Bessie?"

"Coming right up!" Dean said.

George took his fingers away from Phyllis' pussy.  The lips separated, and 
honey oozed out and dribbled down the crack of her ass, puddling on the 
floor.  The pig smelled it and started licking with her long tongue making 
terribly happy sounds as she did.

"Oh!" Phyl cried.  "Oh God, Dean!"  Her hips bucked up and her buttocks 
flapped together.  The pig's tongue lashed out again and again, licking the 
lips of her cunt.  "Oh God, darling --- it's wonderful!"

Dean's cock lifted thickly.  He couldn't help himself.  He watched his wife 
toss and writhe under the tonguing of the pig as it went after the honey.

The porcine cunt-lapper rooted and sniffed and blew into the bubbling lips 
of her twat.  The long tongue snaked out and sank far into the well of her 
vagina.  Bessie pawed the floor and dug hard after more of the sweet honey, 
and her tail went around and around.

"Okay, George," Dean said, edging him over behind the pig.  "She's all 
yours, buddy!"

George looked at the dark lips of the pig's cunt.  The tail was lifted high, 
begging to get fucked.  He looked over the solid body and saw Phyllis 
rolling and squealing and twisting around on the blanket, clutching at the 
pig's head, shoving her pussy up into Bessie's snout, yelling and giggling 
with hysterical sounds.

Her belly rippled and she gurgled out an orgasm.  The pig didn't stop.  It 
kept eating at her pussy, licking and licking, fucking the inside of her 
cunt with its long tongue.  Honey sprayed over Phyllis' thighs and crotch as 
the pig snorted and blew happily.

"Fuck it, George!" Dot urged him hotly.

She took his hips in her hands and guided them closer to Bessie's weaving 
rear.  Then she gripped his prick and placed it against the puffy lips of 
Bessie's cunt.  She put her hands on his butt and pushed.

"Ahhh!" George gasped.

His prick sank into the pig's tight hole.  Bessie squealed and lifted her 
head.  Phyllis cried out passionately.

"Don't-let-her-quit!"

Her fingers fumbled at her crotch, working over her clit, trying to make 
herself come again.

"God, it's tight!" George cried.  "Open wide, Phyl, and I'll ram the whole 
pig up your cunt!"

"Do it, George, do it!" she cried, twisting up her laughing, crying face to 
come again.

George tried.  He pounded his hips into the pig's ass, feeling Bessie 
squeeze and weave her butt around.

Phyllis squealed at the same time George did.  A shudder tore through her 
body and made honey squirt out of her hole.  The pig grunted and licked 
furiously, squeezing its tight cunt around George's cock at the same time.  
its haunches rippled as it came hard and sucked the tremendous charge of 
sperm up his tube.  He spurted and hosed into the pig's cunt and spilled out 
around the stuffing root of his cock.

"Now get away, George, it's my turn!" Dot cried.

She pulled and tugged at George's hips.  His prick seemed to be stuck inside 
Bessie's body.  The pig squealed and hunched and licked and licked.

He nearly tumbled over backward when the pig let go.  Dot scrambled over him 
and gripped Bessie's Banks firmly in her hands.  Then she made a sound in 
the back of her throat and watched the honey-sweet semen bubbling out of the 
inflamed hole.  She dipped forward like a hawk and glued her mouth to 
Bessie's piggy cunt and sucked and sucked.  George saw her throat working as 
she drank up the mixture of sperm and pig-come.

He sat down heavily and propped himself against the wall, taking in the wild 
scene being enacted before his eyes.  Phyllis was still writhing 
uncontrollably on the floor as Bessie tried to get more honey out of her 
overworked cunt, and Dot was sucking for all she was worth at the pig's 
sperm-filled hole.  Dean was on his knees behind Dot, spreading the cheeks 
of her gyrating ass as he prepared to fuck her from behind.  All in all, the 
tableau was a startling one, even to a man who had, in the past week, not 
only fucked three different women, but a goat and a pig, to boot.

George shook his head wearily, even as he felt the beginning signs of life 
stirring in his rapidly recovering cock.  He couldn't help but wonder what 
he and the Palmers, McDonalds and Gateses would come up with next, but he 
was pretty sure whatever it was, it would never match this.

On the other hand, George Lambert had no way of knowing that at that very 
moment, over at the McDonald farm, Miss Mary Margaret Siebenthaler, the town 
gossip, was happily sucking for all she was worth on Cole McDonald's stud 
goat's cock.


The End
